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Aug 2010
Somebody just give me a sign
That everything is going as planned
I can't believe after all this time
You haven't changed one bit
Your smile is cracking
Your temper is flying
So high
Your fists are clenched up now
It's time to leave this matter
To die
Time to bury a hatchet
The details should never survive
I have no interest anymore
No time to think
Just turn around and walk
Straight out the door
And hit the wall
Of conciousness as you awake
From your deep dark sleep
Hearing a noise
Just curtains in the windΒ 
You think as you stirr
Turn to your left
Think about your life
This time everything Is real
This time it's gone
This time it's taken far too long
You gasp as you see
Turns out it wasn't a dream
The sheets are all tossed
The man there is gone
All that's left is broken dreams in his wake
Β©Bruno Joseph Orsi
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Bruno Joseph Orsi
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