The Dream

June 30, 2009
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He said when we are togather,
It is a dream.
So I made it a nightmare.
He listened to me,
Even when I was in tears.
So I stoped talking.
After we broke up,
He never got better.
I tried to forget.

I am not a dream,
I never was.
He is a dream,
Just not mine.
Sometimes I wish,
He neve thought I was.
Cause if he didn't,
We would still be friends.
And he would be missing me.

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