I know.
I have known since I first opened my eyes.
The dream.
It was the most unpleasant dream.
But I longed for every minute.
I would love to have that dream again.
You.
If you were mine you won't.
Shed a tear.
Walk a mile.
Carry a load.
Me.
Share the pain.
Drive the distance.
Push the cart.
If pain was constant.
You are my pill.
A bitter pill.
You.
Never will be mine.
Me.
Happiness.
With you here.
Just here.
In my dream.
Is It Me or Is It You?
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Nowadays when politicians refer to “the American people,” I wonder if they
are talking about me or their own political interests.
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