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Published: Nov 19, 2012

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I close my eyes,
And when I open them,
It's tomorrow
Slowly days tic by
Year pass and I marry
That blond I love
I get the job,
I've worked forever to get
I head home for the night
Knowing a little girl waits,
Waits for mommy
But lost in thoughts
Driving down the road
Never ends well
I crash and slowly
I fade out of life

Then I open my eyes
To see I'm still 14
And that it was a dream.

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My eyes widen at the news, A new house, a new school? What about my friends here? What about our plans together? Slowly I watch them disappear, Because I know some time soon, My things will be in a box again, And my friends be people I knew, Can't you stay here and work? I know I'm being selfish now, But I don't want to lose my friends, Because I work hard to get them.

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