I dream of him during the day
So I stay awake in the night
Patiently waiting for him to come
But he just exists in my mind.
A lovely dream
I don't want to wake up from.
A sweet fantasy
I'm lucky to live.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
