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A dream

Dreaming of color Burned it in my mind But then I wake up, My hands stained raven Looking at you now, yes you Am I unneeded? Am I just in the way too? When I close my eyes, I see a phantom, of what I of what I could be I can't see the simple things I'm meant to keep, What am I supposed to be? Forever alone and stuck I can't escape this everlasting rain

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