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Aug 18
I dream of other reality’s
Where I’m pretty and popular
Where everyone likes me
And I’m free
But still I’m trapped in these bland walls
All alone and still me
I wish for the day I wake up not here
Seeing different walls
Breathing like a real human being
Because in this life
I conform
I pretend
I lie
I’m not me
Ill never be free
Till I get to the gates of heaven
And till then I pretend
That I’m not me
I pray for that day
When god takes me home
And I can finally cry no more
Because I’m finally at peace
And I’ll no longer have to dream
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Brooklyn  18/F
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