It’s so late I’m past tired. The fake stars above my head stopped glowing. I feel dreams pulling me down. Soon I’ll be there in my mind. A place that feels so real but it’s all make believe.
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It’s so late I’m past tired. The fake stars above my head stopped glowing. I feel dreams pulling me down. Soon I’ll be there in my mind. A place that feels so real but it’s all make believe.