1983

i'm hoping for a whiter christmas.

there are things i want to say
but cant.

there are things i want to do
but cant.

there are pieces left in me..afraid to be opened.

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i think of the past often.. weaving old memories into dreams.
dreams of love, dreams of miracle.dreams of acceptance, dreams of sweetness.

somewhere, there's an end.

when it comes, wake me.