It is difficult to accept that you were just a dream. It is not with sadness that I acknowledge this--for there are other dreams far more worthy. My imagination is my only true love. Creation is my death. Cremation.
withdrawn
exhausted
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- Dreamer's Reality
- Pain.
- I want to rip the passion from your lungs. I like ...
- Through my mind the anger evolves. Perishing thoug...
- Turn your pain into wine. She dismantles all of th...
- Humanity, I can replicate your likeness and seal ...
- Feed me your lies. Nourish me with nothing. I don'...
- You are my vile fiction. When I look at you my dr...
- Terrible tastes infiltrate the area where he used ...
- The captain has lost his way. There are no corpses...
- Counting until I dissolve. I can see where you br...
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