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Broken dreams, ripped up from the seams,
apparently any opportunity is nothing close to what it seems,
deep feelings, hard dealings and emotional sealing,
enough worms from a dirty past to keep the fishing rod reeling,
empty heart, sleeping after waking up is the hardest part,
suddenly feels like a dream with an end to the start,
just lost, no lifeline was even tossed, now my eyes are always glossed,
at least you threw me one final moment, your i's were dotted and finally your t's were crossed,
just any two words, wish making up stories was something I did,
keeping from thinking or seeing, from overworked circumstance I am forbid,
back then at your sisters, I dotted my i's,
I crossed my t's, when I last felt your thighs,
a lifetime of hard work, all in the wrong direction,
heal me from her kool aid infection, while I finally get over any affection.