When it was the idea I fell
And not the person I want
Because I never really knew her
In terms that you should know someone
Enough to fall for them
So what I am, is a shell of false hope
A creator of illusions
Stuck in the daydream I have
But in the time I let this go
I do not weep tears of sorrow
Rather relief of the let go
As my illusions never helped
Only prolonged the pain I have
But as I slowly pull the thorn
I live in relief of my tomorrow
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