Saturday
I'd like to travel the world someday. A lot of people say
that, but I really want to do it. Just up and leave and
go all over the place. It's glamorous in my head,
but I know it wouldn't be in real life. Jumping
from place to place like a gypsy seems
fantastic, but I know it'd suck. I was born
into a middle-class family in a first-
world country. I couldn't do it.
Still, it just seems so
perfect. I guess
fairytales got
the best
of me
after
all.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.