I'm constantly wishing I was somewhere else. Living a life that exists in another realm entirely. Dreaming of a different day, a different time in which I could exist without fear and consequence. I long for a time in which I have never lived, and yet feel I should know by heart. I wake, and I sleep the same day, day in and day out, all the while clinging to that nostalgic feeling. For its all I know, all I would ever want to know.
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Poetry...from stories I will never write. Here are some things I would love to write in books but never have time to write.
