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Void Dreams

Singing accolades for hope
you'd missed your chance on
I'm a walking contradiction
and my dreams consist of a void
turned inside out

If I had not been cursed
to roam these halls
I wouldn't miss
the things I love
and there would be no ghosts
in this corner of your mind

It's not a personal attack
to dream of days gone
of paths unraveling
to an endless spring
you refused to know