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Poetry

Dreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality

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by madixstyles

by madixstyles

Fading into oblivion slowly
Catching our breath with no time to waste

Rushing the memories that will have no meaning in the future
Criticizing our friends actions but not owning up to our own

Forgetting the times we spent together, almost like a distant dream
The clouds cover up the memories, washing them away with no remains to remember

The faint whispers of your I love you's
Still linger in my mind
Causing me to remember a time when everything was fine