Forever a dreamer


She is a mixture of her mother's laughter, dusty paperback books & happy tears.
She is a product of her own imagination.
She can be found at 3am,
On her back, counting stars.
letting lyrics tell her stories.
She refuses to believe the world has turned cold.
No matter how many times, she is left out in it.

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