Daydreams
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Have you every had a dream. I have who hasn't . Dreams that can make you feel like your in another world. Funny sad magical. But lately I haven't been having normal dreams or daydreams. Things that not everyone can see or figure out. Is this going to be the future. Only one way to find out. My name is Emily and I'm a daydreamer
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