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my heart aches,
it calls and beats
thriving with emotion
leaving the empty passion
I can only call out
for things I dont have
and here is my cry
could this longing ever die?
I cannot hear all
for they ignore my calls,
where is my dream,
not splitting at the seams
oh, hear me
or I shall exist to be,
for I am worthy
I am the forever dream.
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