_Dreaming._

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_It’s what I did best._

_I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me._

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_Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success._

_Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life._

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_And then I woke I woke up._

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_Was it always a nightmare?_

_Was it always this harsh?_

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_How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?_

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_When did the leaves start falling?_

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_When did I stop dreaming?_