The End of the Dream

This is the end of my blind love for her.

I can see her flaws again, beautiful though they may be,

I need to be happy, and I can't attain that from her.

She is my friend, I'll always protect her,

But not as a lover.

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Thank you for reading my poems/therapy entries,

They're all true stories.

You're never alone like you think you are,

Depression is an addiction,

Anxiety is a self-illusion,

But it is much easier to simply say this than to overcome them.

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Love is no illusion though.

Live, love, and learn,

And Eventually,

Someone may take notice,

And love you as you loved the ghosts of your past.

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Thank you.

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