I used to wish
that my dreams were reality.
I used to kiss
the air and create imaginary fallacies
Wishing that you and I
could be, we.
Now I understand why
we couldn't be.
But I'm too deep in
to want to swim out.
Too much work put in,
to confront the doubts.
A wise man would've asked from help from above,
a wise man wouldn't have loved.
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