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| So she sat down, closed her eyes, reminisced. How perfect and untouchable this state was. How perfect and untouchable reality seemed, until it faded away. into a dream Slow enough to not notice, but quick enough to leave a wound in her forever. Forever gone you were. Forever damned love was, in her eyes. So last night she sat and closed her eyes. No more tears to cry. She sat and promised herself not to cry anymore. The day he walked away, she promised to stand strong. Here she stands. Alone. She sat and made up a picture in her mind. The new you. The make beleive dream. you as in him. He is you. You did it of course, you knew it along the way. So now she has to dream, of the make beleive you. The one that loves her, holds her tight. Doesnt let her cry, and she doesnt. The you that trys to help her, recognizes her worth. Brings her to the places, she dreams while in her dream. You didnt deserve her. The new you does. The you that sits by her bedside and crys for her. For she has promised to never cry again. And she lied, I know she'll cry....eventually. The you that hugs her and never lets go, as she realizes this you is only there, when she sits and closes her eyes. She lives in a dream, but all dreams fade into reality, once you realize you need something real. But you were never there. I love her. I cant help. I know as soon as this dream dies. So will she. So now its my turn. My turn to sit there and close my eyes. Pretend just as she. That everything going on in reality. Is the dream. So with my eyes close I can live my reality, dreaming. You were never there.... |
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