Seems years that you've gone.
The lie of love pure and strong.
A heart breaks,
A soul runs in fear.
Let no one see the ugliness that resides here.
That you can carry on.
That nothing is wrong.
That one could just disappear.
To know that all will be fine here.
A load that breaks you down.
That nothing unconditional can be found.
The happiness of the past.
They cut you like slivers of broken glass.
What thief has stolen the dreams that were yet to be?
Hopes shattered, never to be set free.
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