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That fucking dream
(there we stood in the middle of a dirt road
The sun sinking behind the trees
You spoke few words
Words I don't remember
I knew you would have to leave soon
So you kissed me
That was the end
I woke up)
Why does it come at the worst fucking times?!
It's not the first time I've had this dream in fact I told you multiple times about it and what happened in each one
Always realistic but always in different places
Place we used to go and places we felt comfortable
For instance, the top of the hill by your driveway, in the school hallway, on a dirt road, the bottom of your driveway, the guardrail on the bridge
You said you had dreams like that too and that I was the most recurring person in your dreams
But why
Especially after everything that has happened
After I broke our friendship
The sun sinking behind the trees
You spoke few words
Words I don't remember
I knew you would have to leave soon
So you kissed me
That was the end
I woke up)
Why does it come at the worst fucking times?!
It's not the first time I've had this dream in fact I told you multiple times about it and what happened in each one
Always realistic but always in different places
Place we used to go and places we felt comfortable
For instance, the top of the hill by your driveway, in the school hallway, on a dirt road, the bottom of your driveway, the guardrail on the bridge
You said you had dreams like that too and that I was the most recurring person in your dreams
But why
Especially after everything that has happened
After I broke our friendship
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