My Dream
I used to have dreams, I used to wish upon stars, I used to pray for what I wanted. I apologize to younger me, a dreamer at heart, a sweetheart from soul now turned to stone. Now I look upon stars to look away with no dreams, I pray for nothing, for I lost hope. My dream, was to be happy.
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