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"Last week I had the strangest dream, where everything was exactly how it seemed...Don't wake me, i plan on sleeping in..."
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Hello, i don't believe we've met.
No, you're not real, you never were.
I don't know you.
I've never met you.
You say hello to me... my response will be:
"Who is this? Who are you?"
I saw you in the hallway once, a while back. I never thought i'd know you. Never thought i'd love you, never thought you'd be inside of me, never thought you'd make me hate, make me feel.
If only that had been some fucked up dream. That's what it feels like.
Did it really happen? Did it actually happen? I don't think it did. It's some tall tale that flashed through my mind when i saw that grey sweatshirt and white shoes. It was only an image, a thought, a dream that was filled with months worth of time that took place in a matter of seconds.
I see you, the image of the story flashes through my head, i blink, it never really took place. It was all a matter of my imagination. I reach for you, laugh at myself and turn to walk in the opposite direction.
I don't know who you are. You never happened. None of that even happened. I understand that you do not exist. You never did. For that one moment in time i saw your eyes and your existence, it was all an illusion. You died a long time ago as you turned that corner, and i turned another. We were never introduced.
I never knew you, and you never existed.
Hello, i don't believe we've met.
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Hello, i don't believe we've met.
No, you're not real, you never were.
I don't know you.
I've never met you.
You say hello to me... my response will be:
"Who is this? Who are you?"
I saw you in the hallway once, a while back. I never thought i'd know you. Never thought i'd love you, never thought you'd be inside of me, never thought you'd make me hate, make me feel.
If only that had been some fucked up dream. That's what it feels like.
Did it really happen? Did it actually happen? I don't think it did. It's some tall tale that flashed through my mind when i saw that grey sweatshirt and white shoes. It was only an image, a thought, a dream that was filled with months worth of time that took place in a matter of seconds.
I see you, the image of the story flashes through my head, i blink, it never really took place. It was all a matter of my imagination. I reach for you, laugh at myself and turn to walk in the opposite direction.
I don't know who you are. You never happened. None of that even happened. I understand that you do not exist. You never did. For that one moment in time i saw your eyes and your existence, it was all an illusion. You died a long time ago as you turned that corner, and i turned another. We were never introduced.
I never knew you, and you never existed.
Hello, i don't believe we've met.