Hopes and Dreams

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Hopes and Dreams

I sit amongst the broken glass
looking at all the pretty pieces.
They used to be so beautiful
but they’ve all been shattered.
Each shard reminds me of a time
when I believed good times were ahead.
But each sharp edge reminds me, now
of the bitter truth that I’ve
discovered. It rests heavily
on my heart and pulls me down.
I rest on the floor, glass biting into me.


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