The Difference Between whats real and a Dream
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Last published Sun, Apr 21, 2013
What is the difference between what's real and a dream? Where nothing is ever what it seems. Don't ask me I wouldn't know the difference between rain and snow. I couldn't tell you if it hit me in the face. The difference between a thing and a place. I've been lost for years with no end, living in the perfect world of pretend. But I like my world. Most of the time. That's because its all in my mind. Call it insanity, out of my head. These strange things I create when I'm put to bed I have no excuse for my profanities It has always been my reality. Read my story if you please. But when you start seeing things don't blame me...
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