Everything was spinning around, the voices were too loud, she thought it was a dream. How wrong she was, waking up where her world was falling apart and she was supposed to choose a side, but she didn't want to, she wanted that golden middle that was once a whole, but now it has been just a black, dark hole of universality.

"the world is not fair, the dreams are lying, I do want to believe in a happy end" that was what she told herself, but even she knew it was a lie, a lie to give you hope, because if there is no hope there is nothing


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