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Every night I embosom my pillow tightly and dream;

Dream of the utopian vicinity that I want in to be.

An abode, surrounded by the ones I love.

A locus where people I hate disappear from this earth.

A place where I'm exemplary to have everything.

A domicile full of happiness even when I lose something.

A lounge full of hope where I don't regret anything.

A future, where I had that arm to fall upon; whenever circumstances fracture this heart.

And finally a mind of my own, where I don't have these seven voices, that accomplished me this annihilation.


I hate to say but it's the reality that I have to face.

They are just dreams and dreams aren't real.

Everyday I wish I wake by the sound of laughter from the person laughing on my face.

But there is no one; just a cold damp pillow.

It's harsh aura to inhale, so I stare at the ceiling and bewail.

Repine about life though living but not lived.

And now these beats are getting slower, these feets already gone numb.

Want someone to be near;

Please! Please want somebody to be here;

Please! Even the ones that I abhor.


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