Dreams It wasn't always like this. I hardly even remember remembering any of my dreams, much less share dreams with other people I barely even know. It was those kind of dreams that lay eternally embedded in your mind, in your sub-consciousness, even when the slumber is over. Those kind of dreams that wake you up with a jolt and then incredible pain sets in your head afterwards. You can't eat, you can't think straight, you can't live the life you have been living… dying for.Dying for. Yes, that's the word. Every minute of our existence we are not living, but rather, for every breath, every step, every blink of our eyes, every twitch in the f
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