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do you know,
during wintertime,
how a thin layer of snow is scattered upon the grass-
-yet tiny patches of grass still peek through towards the sky?
well,
the snow is reality,
and the grass is my dreams.
my dreams are always finding their way to the surface,
to overrule reality,
and reality always eventually melts away.
reality verses dreams?
with me,
dreams are always the winner.
and it will never be otherwise.
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