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My dream/diary

My dream/diary

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I'm hoping it all was just a dream and I can go on like it never happen... But he is still there...he is in my dreams...my thoughts...my past...I see pieces of him in the people around me...he is still there and I can't change the fact that it happened...why can't it all go away...why can't the feeling disappear and the emotions slip away...it comes to me like bad dreams but that's all I see it as is a dream... I don't cry or scream or yell cause that's all they are to me is dreams nothing but dreams...he is nothing but a dream...a bad dream that won't go away...
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My restless mind doesn't stop to think about things before suggesting them to me, pushing my hopes up. I often have debates with myself inside my head. Good thing nobody else hears it though, otherwise I'm certain I'd get some weird stares. My mind continues to argue with me, but really, I'm just arguing with myself. Maybe he likes you. He doesn't. What about the kiss? A dare, nothing more. You love him. Sure I do, but why would he love someone like me? Do I love him? That's a good question... Wait, why am I even thinking about this stuff? This is just me talking to myself, just me shooting possibilities out there, hopes and dreams that most certainly won't come true. I have sanity to realize this, but unfortunately, the other side of me thinks otherwise. You liked kissing him. STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!! My heart races just at the thought. I did like kissing him. But it was only a dare. Stop reminding me about it, for god's sake! Maybe he liked it too. Probably not. Maybe he's thinking about you right now, as you are him. Ha! If only! Those last words echo in my mind. If only... If only he felt the same. Maybe he does, but I'm not about to bet my money on it. Probably not. Who would love me? If only... he did.

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