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Life is but a dream. We live it all too fast.
But when we awake the memory is gone.
The memories we have of it are only mere images pieces together by our hearts.
We imagine the ending but the ending is unknown.
We forgot about the story, piece by piece.
But when it comes to the next dream, we live our life once again.
Thinking about the ending we'll never know.


yeah.. i wrote that a while ago xD like in middle school .__. so yeah.. found it in an old stack of papers while cleaning out my desk.