Sometimes,
when I’m up late
and I need to
come up with
a dream so I can
stop crying and
maybe get some
much needed sleep,
I dream of what
it would be like
to marry young
and finally be
able to escape
this hellhole
and never have
to look back again.
Could it really
be so easy?
Is that the price
of my freedom?
If so, I don’t think
dreams and reality
operate on the
same currency.
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