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this place that you speak of
the meadow with the soft green grass
the sun shining through the clear blue skies
soaring clouds that no longer shed their tears

i instead find myself weeping
in this dark and lonely corner of the earth
where all roads lead to nowhere
and where even the smallest fractions of hope
are shattered.

i live in a world 
where finding that somewhere over the rainbow
is nothing but,
and will forever be
an impossible dream.