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by Maria Jun 28, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
In a drawer my dreams and hopes, beautiful and unbroken. I put them there to keep them safe, so they wouldn't get crushed or broken. I locked the drawer and hid the key. so one day I could come back to see. But then I got depressed, because people can't live without dreams. So I wanted to open the drawer and see, all the dreams and hopes about me. But instead of my dreams and hopes, the thing that's broken is the key. In a drawer lies all my dreams, beautiful and unseen.