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 10h Arobeum
Lupus-
I wish it were all a dream
A fantasy inside my head
So that everything isn't what it seems
For everything to come to an end

This is too much to take
Let it all be fake
There isn't much left to break
But I'm tired of the burn and ache

I can't anymore
I'm not as strong as I was before
It hurts me down to the core
What is there left to fight for

I wish this wasn't real
I'm not enjoying what I feel
It's impossible for me to heal
With the pain I have to face and deal

I see it all deteriorate
The world fills with more hate
Now it's all too late
To be able to change fate

But I wish it were all a dream
A fantasy inside my head
So that everything isn't what it seems
For everything to come to an end
You just wish it wasn't true, it is all unbelievable to have to go through all this suffering. You wish things could heal overnight, but it doesn't seem to work that way. This pain is all to real.
 10h Arobeum
Lupus-
Am I justified for my suffering
When I live with people
Who have suffered through more
They have greater pain than me
They know the true definition of pain
Of lonely
Of heartbreak
Of disappointment
Of depression
My pain is nothing compared to theirs
Am I justified for my so called suffering
....You don’t know pain like they do....
 10h Arobeum
Lupus-
All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end
Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.
The air is cold
The dirt is too
But the bench is warm
When I'm sitting next to you

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