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A dream...
Is precious...
If you lose it, It's gone...
Until you find it again...
Or until it finds you.
I dreamt once of all my friends
In a field of beautiful flowers
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't reach them
I was on the other side...
A dark place with nothing to fill the space.

I've dreamed more often now...
Daydreamed too.
About my dad....
daddy.
About the future...
About my past...
And about other dreams

I've dreamt of the most horrible thing in my world
My world. I wrote a poem to convey it as well.

The person I knew
Whom was close to me
Backed away
Because I was too blind to see

That I treasured that person dearly
But in the end
I failed to notice...
Failed to see
That that person had cared for me

In the end...
Those 3 strange words
Will it stay like this?
Or will that person forgive me...
Forgive me...
Because...




I am truly sorry.

So hurry...
Hurry and help me.
For all I dream of is the same thing.