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| Late Night If I go to sleep, what shall I dream of? Dream of whatever you like. I can't.... I can only dream of only things I want. Oh, dream of something you want... I can't because then it becomes torture. Why is it torture? I dream of what I want but it is something I can have just not right now But I'm out of dreams anyway... I have no more creativity dreaming no longer becomes an escape it becomes a chore a mundane ritual that holds only the meaning of rest. |
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