Thé Feelıńģ

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Chasing hope over reality.

A cup of coffee for a tea.

Reading a fiction full of awe,

thinking for a yes but no.

This confusion I cannot endure,

The chance is sinking to be unsure.

The present is no longer pure,

thinking for an empty future.

The mask is slowly breaking,

the unfamiliar face is baring.

The chains are slowly showing,

no longer on cloud nine, I'm falling..

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