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Once upon a dream, I saw myself, alone and forgotten by the world A poor and lifeless soul caught up in a crazy place for something real, something true, something to hold on to Once upon a moonlit night, I saw the loneliness that held me down crying out for the one who would take me away, from this crazy place, for something real, Once upon my dazed reality, I felt an embrace, a warm touch that only dreams are made of that one thing that makes you tingle with joy, that feeling of happiness, fear and sadness, all rolled up into one, that one thing that only dreams are made of Once upon your cheek, I saw a lonely tear roll down and I met it with a kiss, a kiss that only dreams are made of On that night, I met myself, a person I always knew was there a perfect something to hold on to the one thing that is love, that thing called love that thing is you. I found it in my drawer.I forgot to bury him with it.I forgot about it.I had this huge stack of things I had written to him and I tied it all up in a bow and buried him with them,all but this one,cuz I forgot about it.I know that it wasent in the stack,there was so much there,or maybe it was.This was my scratch so where did the real one go if I forgot all about it?What will I do with this now? 8:12 p.m. - 2003-07-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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