Maybe your just playing a game with me and the
impossible future i wish we could have, is just that, a
kids dream that comes, not at night, but
every single day, every single moment, I think about your voice.
Love is what i thought i felt. well,
i still feel it, but i don't want to. it's
not necisarily bad, but it
divides my hert between real
life and the dream that consumes me
every time i think of
your touch.
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