In her book of dreams she writes many dialogues. Picks up the pen, frees her mind, the autopilots off. Fantasies of a life filled with ecstasy. A good man and a good life especially. She's plotting moves to get next me, tryna question me, wannabe texting me. Can I make her see that I'm not the one she needs.... that I'm only allegedly. I'm tryna focus on my jobs, making leaps like a frog.
She's writing in her blog, thoughts into a monologue. She talks herself into moving on, problem solved. So she resumes her daydreams and her fantasies, looking to find her true love frantically.
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