(G)ood thing that it didn't happ(e)n
(T)ough (t)imes l(i)ke this always happe(n)s a(g)ain & again
(R)acing heartbeat as I (u)tterly walk by the speedi(n)g cars
As I get t(o)wards the (v)ery (e)dge of the neighbo(r)hood
I stop & go (b)ack with m(y) bike to return to my brother & his friend that acts like he's so '(c)ool'
(A)t least I didn't hu(r)t my(s)elf, as I've managed to keep myself from stepping into the road.
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Diary of Dreams
No FicciónThis shall be where I post whatever I can about my dreams overnight. Whether it be english or some other language.
