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| The dreams we dream are never forgotten, They are only lost to the one who refuses to believe, The one who refuses to comprehend, The one who has given up all hope. Wandering aimlessly, Looking for the hope once known, Once felt so close to, Without it we are alone. Walking down a path, Not knowing which way to turn, This is a hopeless life, With dreams we did not earn. But when I Dream tears come to me so bitter, I fall to my knees and wish to die right here, My heart fill with the pain of loss and forgotteness, My thinking feels forever unclear. As I dream before I die, I wish that I had not done those awful things, I wish I had not made you cry, You are my final dream before my suicide. |
| Dreaming of you... |
| This is a poem that I write while I was really depressed about he things I had done to almost lose my true love forever. |
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