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nightmares bring that sense of relief
upon waking up to see the demons
nowhere in sight
sweet dreams make one feel crestfallen
knowing those moments
were sleep toying with emotions
it was just this morning
that i thought i had finally
held you in my arms
but i woke up grasping thin air
seeing the tiny bits of hope
fading away into pitch black nothingness
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
