So I guess now it's real,
all the dreams I used to feel,
shattered, battered, bruised and far away.
Denial is a strange beast,
keeps holding me to ransom and all for an illusion.
But through this troubled time I've always thought
somehow things would be unbearable for you too.
Seems that I was wrong.
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
So I guess now it's real,
all the dreams I used to feel,
shattered, battered, bruised and far away.
Denial is a strange beast,
keeps holding me to ransom and all for an illusion.
But through this troubled time I've always thought
somehow things would be unbearable for you too.
Seems that I was wrong.
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