Dreamer (A Mindless Behavior Story)
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Last published Mon, May 11, 2015
17 years. 17!!!!!! Why, what do they mean? There has to be a reason for these dreams. Maybe they're not dreams, maybe they're visions. I don't know, I sound crazy right now.....maybe I am crazy. They're just dreams...right?
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