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Dream
Staring blankly at a fragmented ceiling, my heart screams from within me, nothing can console my rotten bones. So I lie here and stare at the fragments above me, and dream.

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But I don’t want to let go
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It’s always about me, because I can’t close doors, but I don’t have anything to justify my thoughts.
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