I wake up with my face towards the ceiling
And I’m trying to shake this sleepyhead feeling.
When its time to stop and pretend,
We all wonder what happens
When the sidewalk ends.
My utopia is in this bed,
All the thoughts and dreams
That run through my head.
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Yeah, I have stayed away from here for a while. This is new, I've been going through hell lately, hopefully something good will come out of it....like writing wise.
Is it ok?
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Wow thats nice wise and wierd nice to read something of yours
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well, i like it :]
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