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Is it me that you see,

when you escape to your dreams?

Or have you erased any good memory of me?

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Daylight burns tear stained eyes,

measuring blame of our demise,

recalling events that finalized our goodbyes.

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A small glimpse of hope,

resinates in the smoke,

keeping us holding on, when we just need to let go!