The gossamer of my dreams.
Flimsy, light, delicate and insubstantial.
Dare I dream any further?
The higher your expectations are,
The higher you fall.
No matter how high a bubble floats,
It'll burst.
You said I was an enemy. You said you hated me. Spite conquers you.
But I don't feel that way. At all. How is that?
We crash to many times.
Two trains on parallel lines.
We're the two trains always colliding.
Too frequent.
Too consistent.
The damaged cause is prone to hurt us all.
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