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Jul 2013
Here I am, in this dream
Sitting beside this squeaky swing
Without you in it next to me
I feel this empty pit inside of me
It's deep, endless, and painfully excruciating
And you filled it with your love for me
You took away the pain for me
Without your love I'm completely empty
Empty like an eternal dreamless sleep
Empty with a dark void within me
And your love was the light within me
The only light that cared to shine for me
My purpose for life is alone and empty
I have nothing to dream of now that you don't love me
My broken heart is still shattered and it screams
Knowing that you don't love me
I'm swinging on this swing
The other one moving with the breeze
The familiar squeak mocking me
Cause when I look I see it's just the breeze
The swings is where I met him, and I go there whenever I miss him, and when I hear the swing squeak I look to see if it's him but I justΒ Β see it's just the breeze. And this is all from an old dream, about a guy I've never met
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
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