Maybe this time will be different
The part of me that was apart of you
Is no longer thereBut after all this time
Will time be enough?To fix that broken part of me
That I've hidden away for so longIs that part of you still there?
Will it come out in my time of despair?Who knows the future...
But we will always remember the pastSo lets just pick up our drinks and laugh
I hope this time it lasts...
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality