I dream to be free,
To fly above and touch the sky.
I dream to escape,
To run away and never return again.
I want to disappear,
To burst like bubbles and never leave a trace.
I want to be forgotten,
so no one would cry when I sleep.
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
