Moving on
How familiar to me it seems
When the wildest of dreams die so mercilessly,
And the feelings are hurt so violently.
When a beautiful vision disappears into thin air while you're looking at it,
as if it had never existed in the first place to begin with.
When hope is beheaded by despair,
And bitter truth sits in sweet lie's chair.
When life shows its dark nature,
And love reveals its evil side.
Tell me friend, how should one move on with life?
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