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My Imaginary Place

Poetry By: blondie411

Tags: Dream

This just describes where i go when i get annoyed by people

Submitted:Sep 5, 2011    Reads: 65    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

People always yell at me

about things that I can't see

When they always ask me why

all i do is start to cry

I run into my big bedroom

so that I can escape all doom

then i go into real deep thought

something i do after i fought

here I run and be free

everything i want to be

if there is one thing that I knew

its that no one here tells me what to do

I always come into my dream

with everything I may want to bring

There are no rules

or any duels

i call this dream "My Beauty Place"

and inside i go at any pace

this place to me is very real

and I would never trade it for any deal


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