Dreams are unreasonable.
Slumber dreams are not real.
Waking dreams must be the same.
Life is short.
Why waste it in a dream.
Nothing is what it seems.
Happy on the outside,
Terrified on the inside.
Pain pushing through.
Seeping slowly to the surface,
Til you can't hold it in.
Sadness.
It's a weakness.
Happiness.
It's a virtue.
Polar opposites.
There's a story.
Behind every person.
There's a reason.
Why they are.
The way they are.
They don't choose this.
The past created them.
Not by there choice.
Sometimes it's impossible.
To fix them.

Slumber dreams are not real.
Waking dreams must be the same.
Life is short.
Why waste it in a dream.
Nothing is what it seems.
Happy on the outside,
Terrified on the inside.
Pain pushing through.
Seeping slowly to the surface,
Til you can't hold it in.
Sadness.
It's a weakness.
Happiness.
It's a virtue.
Polar opposites.
There's a story.
Behind every person.
There's a reason.
Why they are.
The way they are.
They don't choose this.
The past created them.
Not by there choice.
Sometimes it's impossible.
To fix them.
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