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IT'S MY HEAD
Thursday, June 5, 2008
dream of freedom
it was only a dream. i did live there once. away in the wilds. i'll dream still. quiet now. sit up. breathe. it was just a bad dream. they were never real. they walked and talked almost like people.
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