Jan 2016
awakening
i'm holding onto nothing
the harsh reality hits
that my arms
are empty
how could something
that felt so good
in my dream
become a nightmare
when i awake?
i'm holding onto nothing
the harsh reality hits
that my arms
are empty
how could something
that felt so good
in my dream
become a nightmare
when i awake?
(chicago)
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