Sometimes I dream about sailing away,
To a little island far away,
Where people stay,
And all we do is laugh and play,
Sometimes I dream about going far away,
To a place where the palm trees sway,
And no one has lost their way.
Maybe if I get away,
I might finally feel okay.
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Terms of Normality
PoésieI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.
