Then i thought, the most dreadful thing is the fact that when I fall, you won't be there to catch me. This thought is so terrifying that I wish to wake up from the dream. And yet, a dream is just a dream...as my imagination is to your reality. Every now and than, I walk straight into a puddle of mud, with you on the other side of my universe. Evolving, illuminating so quietly in a far away distance which I could never reach. Never was and never will be. And I went on in this dreadful thought of mine, but you don't even know, you don't even know.
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