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If dreams could scream
You weren’t there when I needed you.
You weren't there when everything was wrong, and I wrote the words down obsessively again again again it never came out quite right.
So I'd scream and start anew, just trying trying trying to remember what it was like with you, what you were like, how you were, were you ever really there?
Or did I make you up in my silly little daydreams delusions that were so desperately created that they began to bleed through through through. Inky red. It was never right what I wrote so Id try and try and try on paper books walls ink lead blood, you'd bleed through,
and then I’d know that you were there, once. A time I cannot remember, I recall so clearly. You came when I didn't need you, I didn't want you I hated you I hate you because, you aren't here
and I need you.
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