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There are ups and there are downs You learn to love the pain you feel You learn to make hurt a part of your happiness You learn to repress the sorrow You learn to wipe away the sadness All the while you die a little inside. |
what is it? A dream or reality? Is it really there? If I close my eyes will the world disappear too? I write I speak and make my inner-most thoughts assessable for others. Or do I? I sleep I dream so is that just a dream within a dream or another reality? I wonder am I real or am I just an object of somebody's imagination? |
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