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Dreams
I still remember my dreams.
Well,
that's how they started
but
they always turned the other direction.
Morphing into nightmare,
that's what they did.
Those one scared me the most.
I'm still not quite sure why.
Dreams are sometimes
like heaven and hell to me...
They show my greatest desire..
but
I can never have it.
I can never reach it.
They are weird little things...
I know
all those things
will never come true...
even when
the seem so real...
I hate it
when people
say
Follow you dreams...
but,
why should we do that
when they can never come true??
Well,
that's how they started
but
they always turned the other direction.
Morphing into nightmare,
that's what they did.
Those one scared me the most.
I'm still not quite sure why.
Dreams are sometimes
like heaven and hell to me...
They show my greatest desire..
but
I can never have it.
I can never reach it.
They are weird little things...
I know
all those things
will never come true...
even when
the seem so real...
I hate it
when people
say
Follow you dreams...
but,
why should we do that
when they can never come true??
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