We dream hard
Replacing all of the misery he caused
With the little bits of joy
We dream terribly hard
Reality tells us that it would work out if it were meant to be
Cliche
But here I am Running back to him every damn time
With so much hope
Wondering how did I(he) get here
Again
In my deep sleep I wake up laying next to a monster I thought I would never be here
Again
A Romantic delusion
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