I thought Neverland was home for a lost girl like me.
I'm a dreamer that always sleeps.
Then I met a realist sweet as can be.
He pulled me back down to reality.
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ŞiirA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
