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Shattered dreams

I didn’t fully expect that this time would come, where my rose-colored glasses of you will be shattered. But it did, and I used to think that if this time would come, I would be ecstatic, happy, and finally free. But why is it all I feel is my heart shattering into a million thousand pieces of sadness, as the illusion slam me in the face full force, and I am left with nothing but a vast black hole from my shattered dreams.

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