Love lost can be found, if just in a dream,
             The wash of sleep is welcomed so it can begin,
             Before it can begin however, my mind seems to wander,
             I wonder how it happened, when did our love die, I ponder?
             And as my heart shatters against my reality,
             I give in to the feelings of self-pity,
             I wish for a dream to drown these feelings,
             Yet if it is to forever be just in a dream,
             Then nevermore will I be willing to give my heart away
             To another who could hurt me this way.
             Refusing to play a game with such cruelty and power.
             Should I journey into this game again?
             Still, how will I know until I begin.
             For now, pain is my pillow, not at all comfortable,
             For I am not brave enough to begin the journey, not just yet.
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