How much does it take,
Is it true or just fake,
Will there ever be a break?
Our sense for reality may be,
An illusion itself in the middle of the night,
Is it really worth the fight?
A small glimpse almost out of sight,
Only hope can set us free.
With every little goodbye,
We always ask us why,
A bleeding heart as time passes bye.
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