My Estate
Every day I look at myself in the mirror asking myself am I at the top because it sure does feel lonely. Somedays I feel like I am the sun trying to meet up with the moon so I can just get a glimpse of the stars. But I know deep in my heart there is always that distance that breaks us apart. And every night it feels like I sleep alone in the dark using my heart as a pillow and my emotions as a cover. Sometimes people don't get that I am just trying to be a teenage lover... The one with an imaginary lover. No matter how much I attemp to hide I always feel like I am dying inside. My heart was never alive and everytime I go to sleep its like my dreams are always running away from me.
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