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I was the beautiful red rose

That made you happy.

I was the dream

Turned into reality.



I was the hero

Who fought for everyone.

I was the woman

Who raised the sun.



I was…I closed my eyes…

And then I sat back for a while…

It felt good to rest.

But it’s pulling me apart.



No longer can I give happiness,

For it’s emptiness that I feel inside.

A dream come true, I can never be-

For the harsh reality vanishes me.



The hero now needs to be saved,

With my tears, endless rain falls.

Everyone walked away.

As the gray sky turned into coal.



I wish I never blinked an eye.