A dream that seemed so real, now is nothing but a strange fantasy, times I've known and time I've not, still I wonder, why I can not? Remembering the good times, now so sacred a tear forms in my eye, the golden drop runs down my cheek, the strength to wipe it away is there, but the will power is not, my last breath is one of relief, and yet it is a sigh of disbelief, I never thought it would end this way, but it was all my fault, or thats what you've told me, I broke your heart when I told you I loved you, for your love for me was purely fantasy...Birth sign: Aries
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