You almost open up and you never want to close down like you are holding onto the real and not ever letting go of how you feel where inside it can seem like a thousand miles to walk before you getting to the point of actual love and the tied up strings can only hold you back from the search for so long where you almost lose touch of being inside of the mind that wrote the pages just like the ink of the diary that almost lost the touch of the pen where if you looked even closer to where the ink was writing you would see just how much I got in the tie of the glass that was the roses of me, if only I could unlock the dreams with a set of keys.
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If only you could walk in my shoes
PoetryIf only you could see just how hard the day is for me how when night creeps in it almost seems like I am living in a fantasy where no one knows my real identity besides you and me where onto we can see inside of each others glass slipper where after...
