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Wrecked Fantasy
Scratched my eyes once, saw the truth twice
But the pain is triple killing
Your summer citrus smell on my cracked shell
Rotted like hell in my cerebral wishing well
How can my phantom sanctuary betray me?
It feels vivid in the podium made by yours truly
Now it's empty, abandoned, and hopeless
Now I am the empress of wrecked fantasy
How I thought you'd be the hero of my heart
And how I wish your soul forever embraces mine
But my screams didn't even reach your mind
Now I died hurting and you lived with my cries
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Nana Owl
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