May 13, 2009
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every night I lay in bed thinking about one thing.
I close my eyes and count to ten and then I start to dream.
I dream about you thru the night and when I wake I start again.
this is how my story ends...
wishing I could be with you but in the end I knew it could never be
why can't this dream just become reality?

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