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Dreams

Dreams are just nightmares,
but only in disquise.
I'm afraid to close my eyes
for fear that I'll see you.

I can't seem to catch a break,
you're everywhere I go.

I'm telling myself you don't matter,
I'm saying I don't care.
But I'm telling myself a lie.

I'm not even fooling myself.





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