How to wake up from a nightmare that you wanted?
How can you get away when you want to stay?
How can you forget when all you wanted is to remember?
How can you see when you are playing blind?
How can you do things you need when it's not what you want?
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Blind
PoetryI wonder, when could I see the real world. When could I see there was no us. When could I see that it was nothing but a puppy love. When could I see that it was just a show. It was just a game everyone enjoyed. It was just a game where I lose him ev...
