Held onto the dream that wasn't mine,
Held onto the thoughts that weren't mine,
Pretended to be alright and fine,
When nothing I held was mine.
Was I drowning?
I couldn't quite make out,
Guessed I got used to that fate,
Guessed I got used to that hate.
And that's when I was destined to lose,
That's when I had become someone else,
I wasn't myself, I wasn't myself,
As I held to the dream that was fading.
The dream that was gone.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
