"Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm. Last night I felt, real arms around me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm. So tell me how long, before the last one? So tell me how long, before the right one? The story is old, I know, but it goes on. The story is old, I know, but it goes on. goes on.... goes on......"
Reason for writing:
Depression/ A dream I had last night. This is an old "Smiths" song. The lyrics describe my feelings perfectly. Morrissey is one of the all-time great poets in my eyes, I just had remind us all.
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