They are our dreams,
torn in the face of reality.
Our desires,
unnoticed longings.

Damn our soul
that day by day is torn to shreds.
Experiences that wake you up.

Endless cycle
of an eternal and bitter living.
Years that seem to disappear
among the branches of time.
But no, chaos reigns,
disturbs and overshadows.

Pain clings
like a parasite to its host
and happiness is only irony
of the same grief
that cleverly hides
in the darkness.

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