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Dreams.

They can be sweet, innocent, like a group of freinds going on a picnic.

Or they can be sinister. Like a demon hunting you down whilst you slowly watch everyone you know and love die like moths to a flame, unable to do anything. Knowing your next.

Whether they be sweet or sinister, they all share one thing.

They can dive you insane.

Pull you into them.

Make it so that you can't tell dreams from reality.

Make it so that your stuck.

Make you kill all you love, thinking its a dream.

Only to find out its reality.

Only to find out that reality was just a dream.

Make your perception of the world spin.

Make you get hurt.

Make you cry.

Make your brain eat itself from the inside.

But what if those dreams could melt?

What if they meant something and could melt into your life?

What I'd dreams could melt like wax?

What I'd dreams could melt like wax?

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