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tears

i know thats its only a nightmare
but thats all i do; care
so much that i stare
into nothingness and return to my lair
of dreams,
oh wait! it's a nightmare
and in that nightmare i saw tear
yes a teardeop from her eyes
well its bot like i despise
tears but i can't see them
in her eyes, but its all the same
for everybody i can't see it
cause it breaks me bit by bit
from the inside
so i hide
them in my case
and i have to share
them and kill my emotions inside
so all i do is lie
to myself
but enough about me lets talk about her
i lover her so much
that i'd die to stop those tears
and even though it was in my nightmare
it killed me
#promise
-yakaa: jujaa:
(although it was only a night mare...it shook me to the core. i don't ever wanna see such night mares again. but then again, i did have a nightmare. i wonder what that was all about. maybe its because of my fear of loosing her...)

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