Poetry

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Staring though this pane of glass
I see the storm about to break
My life reflects this hopeless night
My whole existance an empty ache.

I build my dreams in a world away
My whole reality is something fake
Staying sane requires dillusion
My whole existance an empty ache.

I hide away and dread the sun
That makes me see this world of hate
The fear and rage that tears my soul
My whole existance an empty ache.

The night brings me sweet release
As sunlight fades, my soul retakes
The dreams that soar within my mind
My whole existance now awakes.

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