Dreams, crashing all around me like glass.
Hope, like demolished building.
Hatred, like the flying pieces of rock.
Rage, dancing to the beating drum.
All of what I once held dear,
now I simply just can’t bear.
In that box, I bury it all,
what I have no use for anymore.
And in that box, a place for you,
all the rage and hatred, that you brought too.
I must say, that it went great, when it was good.
but just like chocolate,
It eventually expired too.
From supremely sweet, to sickly sour.
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