I sit here and slip, into a sweet sweet dream,
A perfect life where things are not what they seem,
In this place I am all alone,
Where no one can control me and call me their own,
I'm surrounded by music, it sounds like Creed,
A sertain smell is in the air, the sent of pure weed,
Life's perfect her, I feel I belong,
A feeling so great, that I haven't had in so long,
But then I awake from my dream life,
Where instantly I feel my heart pierced by a knife,
I'm forced back into this broke hell hole,
Where everything in my life is evil and cold,
I'm beaten and thrown from place to place,
I try to hide my fears , but instead they show on my face,
My heart may be pure, but I'll never see,
Why you hate me so much, that you want to beat me,
So maybe I'll stay hidden in my sweet dream,
Where everything is perfect and not what it seems,
I'll stay there forever until I die,
Then I wont have to sit here and ask myself why,
I'll simply be free away from you,
I'll know I'll do better, I'll find someone new.
By Megan Heinsohn good or bad???
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Megan is one of the girls here at liberty......i just hang with her and help her with stuff.....
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okay
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she can be a dumbass sometimes.....she likes to talk about sex and drugs a lot though, i dont really like her that much , but i have to live with her for another two months and a half....so i have to be nice if i dont want my head ripped off...
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there are some mispelled words, and some places where the rythem is off, but it's a good poem and i feeling i have often felt
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Megan is one of the girls here at liberty......i just hang with her and help her with stuff.....
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