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I woke up once having a dream, a dream that I thought possible...It must've been really nice...Because I woke up crying...holding myself tight curled up into a ball...Penetrating the world outside me...I cried to myself...Longing for that particular dream to happen with certainity, precision, and perfection...

But dreams are just dreams...the profainity that fell on me left me destroyed inside out...Those words that I never long to hear was meant for someone else...But don't worry I won't interfere...I can live watching you reach happiness knowing that Im a fool...

Now I cry to myself...But its all fair...No strings attatched they say...Cause you owe me nothing...I give you thanks for receiving its my privilege...

Now as I trace my steps...I see myself waking up...crying...hoping that I never dreamt that dream again...