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We think of broken sunrises,
coated in a cherry blossom,
and showered down with dew.
Memories from last night and little flying lights,
they haunt my mind
and I try to escape, but there is no running, no hiding from the sun.
No matter how hard I try, time will keep on passing,
and the more that it does, the more my heart will shatter.

Then dusk falls down upon us, and we think of childhood memories,
our minds cluttered with snowmen and forts,
little games we played,
new scooters, a new bike.
All of it is meaningless.
All of it is trash,
all of it becomes my nightmares,
and when night comes around to put us down for sleep tonight,
I won't forget the good times,
but my heart will feel what you did,
my heart will feel so broken,
like all the times before.

I wish that I were dead sometimes.
Because now the sunrise comes again,
and the memories from the night before are haunting,
the memories of tears that are proven on my cheeks.
Now I want to be dead,
to forget you and your tormenting eyes.
I want to forget all the pain you caused me,
all the lies that follow me.
All the lies I still

believe.