Seperation (Remove filter)
Baby's Cry.
There was once a time,
That I dreamed for what felt like eternity -
It was all too real,
And it left a long lasting curse upon me.
In my dream,
You appeared -
Harbouring a cold heart, but never a word.
A thought had crossed my mind -
"You and I only exist in a reality of non-existance."
So, take my hand and follow me -
Down an empty path where nobody can come be...
Tuesday 10th January 2017 4:35 pm

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