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Stood amongst the wreckage,
of a broken and shattered dream…

Placing fingers in her ears,
blocking out her heart’s screams…

Ignoring its mournful beats and
hating its melancholy sound…

Whilst all her secret fantasies,
lie in tatters upon the ground…

Because the feelings she avoided,
for oh so very long…

Have circled her like vultures,
to prove that she was wrong…

As she spent so long denying,
that this was ever real…

That he was just a fantasy,
when he was perhaps the real deal…

And he had found a place,
deep inside her heart…

Forcing her to love him and
she knew it from the start…

She never could admit it,
but tried to detach and keep it fun…

Yet it was much too late to stop,
as the infusion had already begun…

Every time she looked at him and
each time they shared a bed…

He drilled a little further,
deep inside her fucked up head…

But did ever really love her,
or simply need her in his life…

Aware of the added complications,
as they walked along the razor edged knife…

That made this dream impossible,
proving it could never be real…

Yet it fooled her heart into thinking,
that this was how she should act and feel…

Now stood amongst the wreckage and
as her broken heart silently screams…

She knows that this dreams all over,
but can’t halt her tearful streams…

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