Dream.

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You were like a shooting star,

flashing so fast before me.

it was beautiful that I had to

close my eyes and wish upon it.

And when I open my eyes again

I held my breath,

feeling my own heart, deciding for myself

if what I saw and felt was real or maybe...

I am just living in my own fairytale.

But then again, it dawned on me

We have ended, even before

We have started.

-Lavender Pen.

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