It happen again...
more frequent, more realistic...
Dreams that makes me never want to wake up...
Causing pain and sorrow once I does realize my true reality...
So often... So random...
Every time it does not fail to weigh down my chest making it hard to breath or concentrate...
Will be thinking about it for days...
at least until it subsided... or work that keeps my mind busy.
Guessed this is the torment...
That what I longer desire and long for, that is not mine to have.
No longer could I find words to describe how I feel or how I could express it out or release it.
Perhaps this are the stains and residue that could not be washed away, that are permanent.
Stuck in between....
Her
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