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have you ever wanted to say sorry for the words you didn’t mean the ones where it could heal or hurt someone as if in a dream where reality was but a small colour drifting over the se of doubt and worries the things you regret the things you wish you shouldn’t have said the life you wanted to live the things you wanted to keep this life isn’t but a dream shrouded in mystery this thing is like a blanket shrouding your thoughts like a dream coma where you think you don’t want to wake up until suddenly your at the bottom of a rut in life where the pit drowns out the noise that is your reality When will you wake up? When