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Feb 2019
I almost don't even remember you..
I keep going back to try but
You feel like a dream.

One where the memory is fading
Like when you try to hold on as
You wake up
But it's slowly disappearing
As the morning sunrise shines through the window..

Sometimes I just want to fall back asleep
To make it continue.
Other times, I'm glad it's just black.
The beginning of the end.
Chelsea Rae
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