this is a prose called i hope it aint true
you look for gold in the faces of others
while i look for peace instead
and everytime i write your name in my head
it'll never be the same again
a dream i say
could it stay
i dunno
emotionless
till i was fed
to feel what others would
the inspiration you are and not my muse
i've said what i need
after what i've heard
and all i can say
i wrote this little prose for you
i hope it aint true
ja
fractured
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