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Dreams

Dreams

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The wind rushed inside the room

The sunlight had already peeked in

The blade with which she had cut her vein

Shined red because of the blood on it


Neither her breath remained

 nor did her heart beat again

What remained were some bits of paper saying -


"I could only dream..."

And these words lied shattered on the floor


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