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I miss our time together, even though you hurt me
I wish to fly together, even though you broke me
you disapprove of me, thinking "this is just sad"
you are ashamed of me, thinking "this is just bad"
There was never any meaning, it was just my fantasy
There was never any love, I have to face the reality
I write poems to escape from the truth of my conscious
but my imagination runs wild while I live in the unconscious
loving you is like having empty hands with a face full of sadness
its like an excitement that turns into boring madness
