Daydreams

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She was trap by those forgery little tales

Hunting her by every fame

Wishing she could for bear each blames

By nagging her remains,

In time she ran away from her torments

Longing for her to save her sanity,

In time she unhurriedly bolted to insanity.

-Biyernes

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