

The DreamThe DreamThe Dream
Each night I lie down, and each night images of your beautiful face flood my mind, as I lie there hoping for a day I could hold you in my arms, and tell you how much I care about you, my heart cries for you each and every moment of my life, unable to sleep, wishing for the day my dreams may be reality, afraid to sleep, for the fear that I may wake, and find that it was all a dream, hoping one day we are walking down the street hand-in-hand, and i pinch myself to realize, I never have to wake from this dream
ESCAPISM| Well, I'm a student and I live in Australia. I aparently love to take photos, I also like to draw, but I am not very good. I like to think that my art work is so bad that it's magical. I don't get it either. I love to sing and write stories aswell. |
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El Arte De La Vida Consiste En Hacer De La Vida Una Obra De Arte /
/ The Art Of Life Consist On Make Your Life A Piece Of Art
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