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Silenced Dream


You’re screaming at me but I'm not there to hear it. I'm drifting away on fluffy white clouds as my world melts around me like a Dali painting and my fingers leave patterns in a sea of stars. Your words cannot pass the wall I've erected as I sink further into a black pit of nothingness. This is one path you cannot follow You’re meant for more than aimless wandering through existence with no purpose or drive. You deserve more than what I can give you. Leave me There is nothing left here to save. The person I once was has died long ago and there is nothing left but a doll in a self-created prison. Above me, the heavens release their burdens and I want to open my eyes but I can’t. Don’t cry for me love This is not a punishment but a gift. The storm has passed and as I fall into the eternal abyss I dream of you.
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