Prologue

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Dreaming wasn't just... dreaming while you're knocked out, is it? I know the feeling. But dreaming is more than judt being asleep while your mind creates something that can't come true.

Dreaming is hope. Hoping that what you wish for the most can come true in a world that you wish to live in.

I'm Cyanide. Real name, Jorge. What I dream for? I dream for a new world, to escape the state I'm currently in.

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Who said I needed his approval? Who said I needed anyone's approval? I can approve myself, because I'm chasing dreams I'm currently chasing. No one can stop me.

No one but my state of mind. Controlling anger, fear, and worry is was who I want to be.

Me? I'm Chris. That's me. What I dream of? Escaping the world, and entering the new one I wanted to be perfect.

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What is freedom? People say it was a rule among others, or a democracy. That's not true. They say its a gift. Its not. Freedom was never a gift.

Sadly, I was never one to feel the freedom. But I just want to, just want to feel freedom. The experience.

I'm CarFlo. Real name, Carlo. Dreaming of the so called 'gift' that is called Freedom. I want to prove them wrong, that its not.

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Every day I look at myself in the mirror, asking myself each day "is there something more out there than just this?". Every day, I wonder.

I dream that there's magic, and a new world. Something new, something fun, other than this life.

Tyler, thats my name. Dreams? Pfft, nothing... oh who am I shitting, I dream of new worlds, and a new place to live in. I'm not just a believer, but a fighter.

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This is who we were.

Dreamers.

And since we can't get it, we sneak at night,

And spraypaint the city walls,

So everyone knows how we feel.

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