Dreams

A dream.

You woke up and for the faintest second, your realities aren’t real. They never happened.

Only for that blissful second then you realize you are in your bed. You were just asleep. It was your imagination.

It’s so upsetting understanding this is your life and your problems are back,

here to stay.

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