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Vanished Dreams
Thoughts set on tomorrow
hence today is all we have
I feel like giving up sometimes
but tomorrow is all i have
I fall through this mattress into a volcano of dead thoughts
my eyes roll back, they see your face
I take a breathe, resisting to rearrange my thoughts
I Grasp the cold that screams threads of peaceful sincerity
When we sleep, peace comes
Leaving footprints in the sands of our minds
Soon to fade, yet another day,
cause we all have the courage
to open our eyes
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