Penned by Shimensoka
He grasps his hair,
Prepares to scream
He's lost again to a foolish dream.
Memories are memories,
Nice but never to rise again
Dreams are dreams,
Lost in the depths of the mind, hidden by fear
Nothing can be lost when there's nothing to hold,
Like nothing can be gained when no one sees you.
You've lost the game, so watch yourself fade away
And become a memory, eventually a dream.
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