Poetry - Dreams
I say I often dreamed of doing things
But ne'er tried before the dream was gone
I'm left alone with shadows of a shadow
But does that mean that dreaming them was wrong?
Labels: poetry
posted by Me at 7:30 AM
Diary of an Outcast
My name is Elizabeth Raventail. My life is interesting in the fact that I do not physically exist. I am a Dream Archive, a Wish Collection, an Alter-Ego. I am a dream for greatness that may never happen, a cry for importance and acceptance that few choose to hear. I do not exist, yet I am everywhere, limited only by imagination. My name is Elizabeth Raventail, and this is my story...
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