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1d
I had a dream that I was powerless,
My hands could do nothing,
cause no harm.

My words were not heard,
No one would listen,
She was standing in front of me,
But none of my words were sinking in, and the man standing beside her was laughing

He got what he wanted.
Her.
And he's laughing at me.
The decisions I made aren't clear anymore.
The choices I made aren't clicking in my head, let alone hers
She isn't mine anymore

Maybe this isn't just a dream.
Written by
Jessie-Leigh Meekings  15/F/United Kingdom
(15/F/United Kingdom)   
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