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Fild of Dreams


Sitting here I have nothing to do nothing to prove or share, gathering my energy you pass by, you share my field that is all you need in your busy life is to know me peace sitting still is what you search for but it is not what you find stay still to know me ill gather my energy for you to know that when we cross paths youll know this is the way life is the dream you were meant for not material not physical but being able to sit by yourself to follow nothing to chase nothing it will find you...
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ScholarshipGirl22
<p>This was really good</p>

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