Tue, 08/13/2013 - 01:49 -- Tamara

Walking, breathing, beating

Yes I'm alive.

You Think not of me,

I think of what could be.

Coincide the thoughts and fears of reaching out,

It only makes me feel I need to shout.

Why can't my voice be heard amongst the rest,

Sometimes I feel this life is like a test.

One wish one life if dreams came true,

I wish I lived a life like you.

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