Where do dreams go
When they don't come to fruitiion?
Do they stay teathered to you
Like demon's that haunt you
In the night...
They claw at me like
A rabid beast
Alive inside me trying
To tear me into
Even more pieces
Than I already hold
Inside...
I've never been very good
At puzzles... and I...
The glue isn't holding me
Together anymore...
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