I feel like life is good, for a while before I wake.
I dream nice dreams, although nothing from my dreams I have for keepsakes.
It feels harsh when I wake, I always feel like I left something. . . or someone
Reality hits hard, I find that happiness is very foggy, unseen, unfelt.
I fear constantly for my friends, they mean so much! my heart melts.
Unclear, Is the path I see before me.
Like an island I see for a second, before a wave drowns it to sea.
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