standing here after this generation, tears flowing beyond my brokenness unspeakable realizations chocolate covered lies sugar coated reasons why she never really tried and me, the fool who hoped to see maybe a peek, maybe a glimpse of my lifelong dream of the woman, who remains unnamed truth is, it was less like a dream more like a scream fest, as my heart bled around her toxic mess after all these years, after all this time what a waste and a death stroke, inside that young girl's mind
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