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A distant dream.
A flower out of reach, never meant for me to keep. I weep, the night creeps, and dreams are only dreams, never, never meant to be. I stay still, and wait, bitterly knowing it's already too late, yet hope stays in place. Silence is the only sound i hear, the things i did fear, are here, here to stay, they will never go away.
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