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fairy tale dreams
and yet another poem about the boy i like. |
| I see you. I hear you. I want you. I need you. But all you are is a dream, an impossible fairy tale not ment for me. A movie I am only aloud to watch, a fantasy I am not aloud to touch. And a pain that is all too real. |