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i lay awake into the wee hours of the morning, hoping for that one phone call.
It never came.
I fell into long and tiring endless dreams, each night getting more and more.
Each never the same.
I awoke, trying my hardest to remember the dreams, trying my best to recall.
All in vain.
I gave up, realising dreams are just opposites of reality,afterall.
That kept me sane.

Historians say all's fair in love and war.
It's still a game.
Knowing there's nothing to be done to stop the fall,
I stood, remained.
I wish i knew how to play it, what with the courts and the bouncing balls,
With all the easy claims.
I hope all things turn out good with time, and it would each time we saw,
I will get through the pain.