Larry Parson


I have a reoccurring daydream that I'm dead, and the people I loved and loved me back weep in sorrow, and scream out to God, and scream my name, but he's not there, nor am I.
Then I think of the people I loved who didn't care, and I see you.
I see you laughing.
I see you loving.
I see you happy.
I see you moving on, and where am I?
I'm dead, i was a dream you had and awoke from and forgot.
Every time we laughed, cried, spoke, touched, loved, it was all a fallacy.
A fake r

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