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By itswiebe

Daydreaming

It's so easy to pretend to be happy.
It's so easy to his behind a smile.

Growing up I was always told to be happy.
Growing up I was never happy.

I felt like people expected I wold be better.
I felt like I always had to pretend.

I think they knew I was unhappy.
I think they chose to ignore my unhappiness.

So I stopped believing in people.
So I begun to make my own world.

Daydreaming is what gave life to my weak soul.
Daydreaming gave me a purpose.

I could do what ever.
I could be whoever.

I was my own person. I was the real me.

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