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By Anna Lorena

the ups and downs of living one minute fine and laughing the next, convinced that i have somehow pissed another person off (which would not be a shock to me in the least) up we are speaking again down what the hell was that fo? am i really such an idiot? up at least i still have my dreams if nothing or no one else down why are dreams only achieved when one has money? they are all iritated by me i am conviced of it am i really so disjunct with reality that i always am treading either to far in my own head or am grating the wrong way on someone always always always never going to be good enough to just please them by being a free wisp a wish on the wind the true question the is can i be happy without them? i still have my daydreams the world inside my head those they cannot take from me even if i go mad that is what i shall go mad into dreams what better place to spend time if only with friends in dreams london was a dream it took time it took effort it took more money than i will ever see again at one time dreams fluff clouds ups things were on the high swing downs they have to come down the ups and downs of life the pendulum swing tick tock goes the clock wriathlike time drifts by on haunting melodies the pendulum swing dreams fluff clouds and if they piss someone off i really do not give a rats ass they are my dreams singularly mine the figment of my hyperactive imagination not theirs not theirs mine to share if i wish to take back to keep mine not theirs so here this wench goes if i piss you off unintentionally then forgive and forget it is what we all need to try do to more of leave me to my blissful dreams of magic and werewolves elves and castles and landscapes of such pristine beauty they hardly seem real but they are part of memory seeping into dreams i wont piss you off intentionally unless i really cannot tell you to back off any other way but in the prior case show a little love and i will show you plenty and maybe just maybe you could cameo in one of my dreams or i will share one with you but remember they are my dreams not yours singularly mine the only thing i can say is so something indestructable if i chose my dreams mine not yours mine

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