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Stormy dreams

Thunder breaks the silence of dreaming of boys and a boyfriend. I sit wondering what it would be like to not be alone.

Life is a puzzle. Sometimes you don’t have all of the pieces.

Soon the rain shall fall. Soon I will move on from these daydreams until in my solitude I find myself dreaming about boys again.

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