10 november 2011
My Nightmare
As he’s sitting down on the curb
Broken, tired of losing everything he has
He sits up and takes a deep breath
He thinks of all he’s lost of what he use to have
Of the soul and spirit he use to have
Hes known as a failure and amounted to nothing
His memories of a cherished childhood is all he has left
That’s my nightmare.
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