A bed

I sit on the bed that many talks and dreams were made on. One that I sat on and cried. One that I sat on and planned a life out. One in which a few years of my life were spent on. I sit and wonder…Just wonder where all that hope went off to. I sit on a bed in which love was made on and one on which dreams were broken. 

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