I dreamt of pork burgers, it was from a truck stall, after that I swam across a lake to a child care centre place, where a little girl rode on my back. She was nine. She wasn't mine.
I am quite obvious sometimes, and my dreams are pretty easy to analyze, but don't be fooled, I am a layered pastry. With chunky peanut butter and curry.
Can't wait for uni to be over, for myself to get better, the moment I stop feeling like my body weighs a ton, I'm going to run. Hmm.. rhyming lines. Swim too. Wanna buy a bike. And a sledgehammer.
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