Dreamer-

April 10, 2014

I escape my thoughts in the midst of the day trying to feel a void that has been empty for so

long. I am a dreamer lost in a world where my thoughts and dreams consume me. They dance

around mocking me like the silhouettes of a rusty gate in a grave yard. I just want to escape to

feel peace and comfort.

I am a Dreamer.

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