The broken attempt, and the shattered dream.

October 3, 2013

They call out to me, like an unholy beam.

No one will know just how great it feels

To try and to try, but never be real.

When turning away you finda big mirror

You curse out their soul, and soon become error

And again you grow angry, and then look away

And again you will try, try, and try.

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