Across an Ocean Wide
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sometimes I think i must have some sort of mental illness.
most girls dream about getting married.
i dream about owning a dog.
i don't know what this says about me.
(dream big or drop out.)
i just want life to be a living-thing.
not a chasing-money-thing.
the green paper is choking me to death.
the green paper is making my eyes tear blue.
give me snow.
give me dogs.
give me something to run to.
I can't stand this learn to be something you don't want to be bull shit. I can't stand this living so far from the earth nonsense. Put my feet back on solid ground. Take me off this pavement. My feet were made for digging into sand. Put me back on solid ground. Back where I can breath easy. Rest easy.
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