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Jan 27
Sometimes she sits and thinks
How could she be so unfree
She sits and sinks into her dreams
Thinks how she will never be as free as she had dreamed to be
She leans into a deep sleep and leaps up, awakened with a scream
she was me who screamed
She can't be in a deep sleep where she can not dream
She needs her dreams, her dreams are a piece of me
She exclaimed no one trust’s her dreams and beliefs
She only wants to seize her dream and make the others believe what she is needed to be
But even with a scream, no one believes truly what her dream could be
It's nothing but to be free
Written by
Katarina garcia  15/F/sc Simpsonville
(15/F/sc Simpsonville)   
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   Immortality
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