Comes from Lies by me
What happens when you just lose?
What happens when you can't make it?
What happens when your dreams turn to mist and die,
and you realize they were always impossible,
but were always imagined as real.
What is left when all fantasy is gone?
Bones.
A skeleton of what I should be.
A frame of a fool's ideals.
Ash.
A world
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