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The room is dimly lit.
Coming down from another acid trip.
Parents in the room next to mine,
they have no clue.
This is the time to dream.
Happy thoughts filling my head,
of wonderful things to come.
I’m gonna be somebody,
I’m gonna do something.
Walking by that same house,
almost 20 years later,
I wonder…
Is someone in there dreaming?
Fantasies of a great future,
many friends, great job.
We go through this life,
with big plans.
But sometimes friends get lost,
Sometimes…
Dreams die.

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