I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
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There was a boy a boy I met in my dreams one who said "wait for me" I never saw his face just his silhouette His voice so familiar Like I knew him Remembered him But he wasn't real Couldn't be... He was just a dream Or was he?
