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Aug 2014
Are we meant to be,
I ask myself,
Is this truly what I need?
I can't decide,
I'm just not sure,
Should I even proceed.

But then last night,
I had a dream,
And it told to me the truth.
We cannot work,
At least not right now,
Not in this subtle youth.

So it saddens me,
That this is the end,
At least for now you see.
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Either way, it's better to be free.
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