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Woke up from a dream,
only a memoir.
Mornings
without
you.
Sudden hatreds, grudges succumbed
underlying secrets,
unrevealed 'til were doomed.
Melancholy, distress,
tears kept underneath the sweetness,
with words fully sugarcoated,
visions of us, days I was dreaded.
Could we just end all of these instead?
Lies behind mischief,
been losing my mind running from conscience, what is the relief?
you said they're speculations,
aren't they just misconceptions?
Overthinking, too much of you,
when will you escape my mind,
Captivated by you.

Your lies,
secrets we've kept,
sugarcoats and nothing left.

— The End —