In the end we'll just have memories
Then we'll get lost
In dark robes of sorrow
All that once tasted
Sweeter than a daydream
Hurts like being dead
By every breath
That you're taking
Loss of the self-esteem
Will hit you on the face
Forever searching
In this foggy race
For convincing reasons
For something more real
Something you can feel
Something you can get
Without a deal
But all that you'll get is
The distrustful feeling
And those invisible wounds
That no one has found
Their healings
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Withering Dreams
Poetry"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
