sometimes I imagine,
before I fall asleep.
I don't imagine that I'm a princess,
or pretty, or famous.
I imagine I'm travelling the world,
studying animals, and teaching people
how to communicate with them.
sharing my talent.
I imagine that I have a partner,
that loves and cares about me,
and I love them back.
and I don't mind their gender,
or how pretty they look,
they are kind, and caring.
sometimes we have adopted children,
and I teach them about the world.
other times, we have a Labrador,
and he loves to swim.
we love him to bits,
and give him lots of treats.
and I travel the world,
and I am not rich,
but I am happy, and
I have all I ever wanted.
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I have an awful cough, I keep sneezing, I have lost my voice and I am getting chest pains and trouble breathing.
I think I may be dying.
whoever is out there and screwing with my life, can you please stop? I want to sing one more time before I die.
help me somebody, but never look up symptoms on the internet as it is fairly unlikely that I have throat cancer.
-MissUnicornGirl
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poesiawe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
