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oh_how_i_dreamed
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sabbie
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of things impossible...
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011030
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Subterranean Visions
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i dream of strange things. things that shouldnt and cannot be. ever read H.P. Lovecraft? that is my mind.
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011030
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She
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And I woke up so pissed off at you, it caught you off gaurd.
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020807
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girl_jane
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You asked me if I had nice dreams the night before, and I was about to answer that you had appeared in the dream, but we were interrupted before I had the chance...You were in another dream the other night...
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020913
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Syrope
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of being valuable, of being worth something.
i want drugs to be the furthest thing from your mind when you're with me, and me not to be the furthest thing from your mind when you're doing drugs. but this will never happen, because if i were anything but the furthest thing from your mind when you were presented with drugs, you would think of how they hurt me, and how they always stood between us, and you would refuse. but you won't. and i'm not of any value. i don't mean anything to anyone. and i will continue to dream.
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020914
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curious toys
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...last night, focused on the beautiful sense of touch
the rest was a blur, there was no plot, or any form of storyline
...but i vividly remember the two of us holding hands....
sitting next to each other in chemistry class (how fitting)under unflattering flourescent lights, fingers intertwined...
warmth
feeling every twitch and tremble of his fingers...
the anxiety...
the awkwardness...
the comfort...
the security...
the possibility.
i woke up. i didn't even remember at first...until later that day when i saw him. and it hit me. it felt so real, i couldn't tell if it was a dream or a memory.
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020914
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She
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It was horrible.
Same dream.
Same uncontrolable sobbing.
Same immediate need for a sense of safety.
Only difference was you.
You were not there.
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