| I am a dreamer
Sometimes I feel like a freak in a world full of craziness. I can feel my heart dying slowly when I hear of tragedy and words of hatred. It's like I can feel the light inside get dimmer just a little bit more each time. It doesn't show, but I cry on the inside. I'm like a hapless romantic who believes in walking hand-in-hand, listening to each other's hearts, watching sunrises and sunsets, laughing, crying, and praying with those I love. I hear people's stories of living a sex-crazed and wild life and think I am just a girl with some kind of dopey dream that doesn't exist. I will never let go of my dream. I will die a solitary soul before I would ever join the masses. Some call me a dreamer. Some call me stupid. Some call me gullible. I don't care. I'd rather be that girl with ridiculous notions who never gets her dream than the one who gave up and gave in.
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