When your dreams,
are crushed by the mallet of reality.
Broken bits
shattered across a broken floor,
creating galaxies
upon galaxies,
of those little fragments of hope.
Just wake up.
When your dreams, are crushed by the mallet of reality. Broken bits shattered across a broken floor, creating galaxies upon galaxies, of those little fragments of hope. Just wake up. |
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