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Oh I find it ironic
When I am told
To believe in myself
How can I believe
When I do not know
Who I am
One day I fell in love
And then I was hurt
But I was told that I was loved
And for a while I believed it
But that truth eventually faded
Along with every hope I held
Like the chance to get married
Or grow sickly together
I was viciously awoken
From a dream too good to be true
And they expect me to fall asleep again
A dream that turned into reality
Realist almost as cruel
As a nightmare
Please understand
That I don't know when I am dreaming
-Dynamo (3-17-16)
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the feels...