I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
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Another day Another dream There he was watching over me Who was he? I don't know His eyes always seemed to glow His voice always so familiar I'm sure I know him from somewhere but I can't remember I never ever saw his face always a shadow that disappeared without a trace In the morning he was gone but I'm sure he was real Could I be wrong?
