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Daydreams

By: Anonymous

 
People wandering in a numbing mindless game
Wondering if these images are real
I sit.
I laugh.
So much worrying and yet so little time
Time is that what we really need?
To me time keeps us prisoners in our own thoughts
Thoughts that's probably what we need.
The inner links to our souls.
Souls...most people don't have one anyway so it really doesn't matter.
The thought of not caring
The wonderful dark secret lies that are blanketed in your warm soft skin
How i want to be embedded in your veins.
What a lovely place for me!
The bell rings.
Another class with self absorbed teachers in a mass of material clad
teenagers.
I sit
I laugh.
I wonder.
And go back to my surreal world.

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