Sometimes when things seem so flat upon the floor that our backs will crack down to reach them, and sometimes when the world looks so far away that our arms my fly off with our attempt to grab it. I think that sometimes, what we want and what we have will never be the same; we cannot continue to live in a world where our dreams become realities, where our happy endings find a true place in our fairytales. Life is what it is, cold, dark, and lonely and never quite one thing or another. Dreams are false beyond reality and hopes are just naive thoughts gathering and bursting at our souls.
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