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Dreams and Somedays
Dreams are what make us who we are. But mine is a curse. My dream lies in my affliction, in the someday. The someday that consumes me when I am at my lowest, saddest. The someday that lies to me and poisons my thought and pushes me for nothing when I have nothing left.
The someday is what I cling to. It destroys me. I hate it, I love it, I fear it. But ultimately, there's nothing I can do. I can't rid myself of it. I can't accept it. Maybe if I were to be free of it, I would fade away into nothingness. It's become my identity.
If my dreams are in someday, I hate them. If dreams make us who we are, then I am nothing. I’m a shell. Worst, I guess I've accepted that. I don't believe in the dreams, or hope, or someday. All I can believe is never. But maybe someday...
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Of course I believe in God. this is speaking in relativity.
I'm sorry to say this is true. and about me. sorta like 'the dance' if it were real.
maybe someday this wont be true...