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  i had a dream a night ago,

a dream i fell in love.

in love with a childish poet.

but it was strange,

not like any dream of love i've ever had.

it was in my school cafeteria,

he was new,

this fire was no news to me,

this has happened before,

the orange sky was vivid to me,

it was bright and scary.

many people thought it'd go away on itself,

far away from my friends as they speak,

i never liked feeling alone. 

i never liked feeling left out.

but here i am, 

whenever i speak,

my words don't even go into one ear of any of my friends,

sometimes i lie,

i lie when i want to,

and when i don't want to.

most of the time i am forced to.

forced to lie so i can survive.

i think about lying as taking a cookie from a cookie jar as a kid,

when i was little,

i lived on a hill.

a grassy green hill on the outskirts of Vermont,

there was a bright red slide,

and two ferrets that i'd watch aimlessly all day,

without a care in the world.

it seems so far,

graduation,

walking down in a black tight dress,

one by one,

suits and ties,

flowing dresses and shining tiaras.

we're called up one by one by our full names,