Dreamland.

I walk down this road believing everything around me is real.

I try to convince myself that it is.

yet a screaming voice with my soul tells me it’s not.

you’re not that lucky.

your world is filled with torture.

Agony.

sadness.

that’s the reality.

yet I dare to ask…

what if my sadness was the dream

and this world was reality…

wouldn’t that be something.

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