Those dreams of yours where you start to think, things can be a certain way. Those dreams that never get too far from that pillow. The places you go. That life you live. The way you act when you aren't dreaming. Creates that world you live in. Those dreams of yours seep, but only when you're sleeping. Those dreams of yore. Those dreams of yours stay silent when you sing. You'd never run to catch me. You'd never call my number. You'd never write love letters. That is what I see. You act like you would, but we both know the truth. Looks like you're successful to me.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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