My Dream That I Wished to Dream

Two nights ago, I had a dream. That sounded so much like MLK Jr. But on the real shit; I wished that I would dream of him. Well, actually, I know he won't ever read this, EVER. So, the name's Miguel. And I wished to dream of him two nights ago. I got my wish, and I did. Now I regret it and I wish that I didn't wish for that dream, because it hurt me even more. The dream was so beautiful that it hurts thinking that it won't have a chance of happening.

Why does people change their minds like that? Without no warning... I didn't see that coming and it hurts. He broke up with me, not in a dream; that I wish that would've been... but for real, and it tantalizes me.

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