Things unseen by others,
It makes me want to cry,
For they see no real,
For that, they shall die.
I walk down this broken road of dreams
Lost in thought,
Forgetting and forgiving
Everything i've been taught.
The end of this road may never end,
It may never begin,
But I walk with a grin.
Only time will tell...
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