Why is it when I dream of you
I can't tell if its fake or true
And in the dream, I'm filled with joys as well as fears
Because I know that bliss is short, and I always awake in tears
But no matter how hard I try
I always fall to my knees and cry
Wish for that dream to return
But it never does no matter how much I yearn
And just as I stop I get another
Tearing me down further with no time to recover
Allowing me to see and stand next to you
My emotions fill my mind and they begin to brew
Untill yet again it's ripped out from under me
Dosent my mind know this is torturing me...
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"So many things inside that I can do without - desires and urges and whatnot. So extraneous. By the time I write again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page."
