so sick, you'd think it's contagious.

i'm running on three hours of sleep. remind me to never do that again.

i thought about telling you today. telling you everything i've been feeling since you stepped into my mind. i stopped myself. i didn't want to ruin your perfect picture. at least, i hope that's what it is. because after everything that you've been through, i can't believe you'd be willing to take any more. you don't deserve it. yet still you grasp on tight. like you didn't know how to let go. or you're afraid to. i vote it's the latter.

your image in my dreams is getting blurry. i rub my eyes, but it doesn't clear my view. i'm getting too old for dreams. yet i'm stuck in this dream world. i am a dreamer. i can no longer hide who i really am. i am a dreamer. and you will always be my dream.

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wishing i was clever/brave enough to get your attention.