Remember those days were we just screamed to the sky that we didn't care?
That we didn't care if we were judged.
That we lived in a world in which we exist in the existence of non-existence.
We sang to ourselves our favorite songs and shared our pain.
We promised to stick together even though we knew that things don't always last forever.
Then finally one day we woke up from the dream.
And that day "we" became "I".
Do you remember...or was it all a dream in a pure world that is non-existent but once held our existence?~C.Ø.

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I believed in magic and the magic that once seemed to be so real.
Is gone.
When the magic was gone so was the dreams.
The ones that could touch the sky, now fell from the sky into the darkness below.
Hoping that reality had pity for the dream broken.
Hoping to hold on into one last dream.
One last breath of hope...and it could be the last breath they ever took.~C.Ø

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The only life I have known that seemed to be worth living was the life of characters in pages.
Pages that were pure imagination.
Non-existent yet realistic.
Pages that could burn easily,but could never be forgotten easily.~C.Ø.

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Once in a while he ask himself,who am I really?
Then he looked in the mirror and saw a monster.
Yet,the monster to him was mysterious yet so enchanting in some way.
He realized that others called his reflection a monster.
Yet,they feared the unknown.
And called the unknown a monster of some way.
And he will make himself known.
~C.Ø.

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You were like the water I needed in the desert, but you kept slipping through my hands and disappearing into the sand.
~C.Ø.
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Sometimes dreaming can be dangerous,so can living the reality. Either way there are consequences.
No way is easy,but dreaming a future can be better than the one you are destined to.
~C.Ø.