Discarded - Poetry
I dreamt I saw you before me.
You hadn't changed a bit.
Still the same asshole
that I thought could change my life.
In this dream, you smiled
and I wondered if you were sad.
How strange our minds can become
when we are broken like discarded dolls.
Perhaps when I awaken
I shall realize my mistake
of ever taking you seriously.
Forgive me; my sins are still
Being washed from my skin.
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