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Fleeting Dream

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WordOfChen

Published: Jul 11, 2016

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I was happy once, in beautiful place,

where my labour reaped reward

and my heart had another to share its peace.

There was closeness and affection

mixed with a hard day’s work;

At night my thoughts scrawled across crisp paper

and come the morning I would send them off to be read.

I was happy in this place

but it was never to be my reward…

Because come the morning

I would always be reminded;

this place was but a dream

and I had never been happy.

~~~~~~~~~~

- Written by Word of Chen

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Hey guys :'3

Here's a rather depressive poem from me and the title is done by Sakurai. What would I do without ya xD

Anyway, it's based off a dream I had and yeaaah it was just one of those 'fuck life' kinda moments lol.

Hope you all enjoyed it and please do check out the reading, I promise I'm somewhat funny xD

- Chennie

Poetry Reading Link: youtu.be/n9_vU7pbuyw

All it takes is one view to support me as an artist :'3 Pleaaaaase?