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Sep 11
Dreams are thought to be in sleep
I dream every day
I dream of being caressed so gently
Afraid I might slip away
I dream of being cared so gently
Afraid I might break
I dream of not being seen as too much or too little
But just enough
I dream of not fighting anymore
I dream of being carried
I dream of being seen
I dream of being understood
I dream of being heard
Worshipped, loved, cared, appreciated,
I dream so much
But is that what it all is
A dream
Written by
Daya
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