Life Is But A Dream
I fell asleep writing and dreamt so clear of fairy tales clashing with reality.I saw media, clothes, fashion and dresses.
Beautiful girls I could never be.
Truths and falses.
Apples, diets...Trends.
Things I could never grasp.
Things that I don't want to be.
Things that I'll be forced to conform to.
And in all truth I thought I was awake until I opened my crying eyes.
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