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Dreams


No one really looks at life the way it was intended, they always say something which descended. The cold flame grows hotter each day, causing feelings to go astray. Lost in this world all alone, no one speaks to me only their phone. My decisions hold tight, the only thing i know is right. College seems only an imagination, two months left by my calculation. Scary it seems, completion lurks in my dreams.

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