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once again I dreamt about her last night
overriding the utter despair of hopelessness
that she left behind
ten years is a lot to try to bury beneath the 
sands of time
the good memories resurrecting themselves on
quite nights 
like theatre seeing images on the silver screen 
of what seems like someone elses life
that was then this is now
the courage of my convictions have been slashed 
to ribbons with contradictions...
I loved her then ,I hate her now ?
I love her now ?
she loved me then ?
she ? now