again.
you were with me in my dream again. but this time you called yourself as my friend. ugh. how could i be friends with you when you keep on haunting me in my dreams?
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beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
again
again.
you were with me in my dream again. but this time you called yourself as my friend. ugh. how could i be friends with you when you keep on haunting me in my dreams?
