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I can't keep holding on to a dream made of pins and needles.
Pricking my fingertips to keep the spark of idealism alight,
making sure happiness doesn't die with you.

Looking up through the leaves, I saw the brooding clouds of truth blot you out;
silent in it's destructive incapacitating ways as it destroyed the facade-
left wondering what went wrong.

Fatigue intrudes my bones, pulling me down to the forest floor.
Suffocated sunbeams wrestling through...