Poetry

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the aftermath, this stinging feeling... knowing that the end has come

but at what price? all this pain... was it worth it? was the laughs worth the cries?

my sighs... my cries.... I tear... I realize now what should of been and what never was

"could all this be a dream?..." I wonder aloud... "could I be asleep?..."

sleeping... locked away in my own darkness... my own cell for crimes of past

where the past and present know no boundaries, where whats real and un-real come together to form the world i love and hate....

As I stand alone, looking over the aftermath caused by my words... caused by my pride.... i realize now... I am not my own...

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