& Dream of what I want to be.
My legs move foreward me through the battle,
while the winds of reality push me back.
The light sunrays dance behind my Eyelids.
Taunting me as I get the slightest bit ahead.
Shadows claw at my heels.
My stride gets shaky & when Im about to fall
& My dark dreams are brought to life;
I regain my composure
& when I open my eyes,
I've become a martyr.
-Completely wrote by me.1:44 a.m
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