"I just wanna run
Im out here all alone
I try to call your
house
Cant reach you on the phone
Ill gather up the nerve
Im packing up
my bag
Its more than you deserve
Dont treat me like a drag"
The song was on repeat on my headphones. I lied there on my bed staring at my ceiling, the paint peeling from previous posters of my celebrity crushes, all forgotten. Now there was only one piece of paper stuck up there, with sticky tack of course. It said "Dream" in big letters. Staring down at me, it was always there to give me inspiration. I couldn't go to sleep that night. As a matter of fact, i could never go to sleep and once i did, i was a light sleeper and woke up at the sound of a pin drop. But who knew that that night was the last night i would ever have trouble falling asleep and the last night i would sleep knowing everything
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just, yeah. Start of an old story transnformed, thanks to obliviongirl14. :D
Short but just .. putting it... yeah.
