We're just tragedies, living in the past of what was us, when now there is only you and me. Not one, but two people. Separate. Severed. No longer happily in love. Just two strangers pretending that we're whole.
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Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
