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tragic

everything is green.

its beautiful, and tragic, all at the same time.

as I walk through the woods its like a dream.

maybe ill stay here.

maybe ill lay here.

maybe ill forget about everything.

the memories,

the pain,

the lost hopes and dreams.

I hear the birds as the sing.

I close my eyes and I scream.

my dream has turned into a nightmare.

haunting me.
Written by fallenangel
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