I walked through the line that never broke up and has been determined. I went through all the colors and was limited by that line. Between dreams and reality, I couldn't tell them apart. Two lanes in front of me, which one did I choose? Which one should I leave? Then I followed black and white with me. Then, I woke up... I woke up from my empty slumber.
I woke up from my dreams and my reality.
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Sweet Dreams [COMPLETED]
Poesía"Our lives, our sweet dreams." This is my collection of short poems and prose about the story of life and dreams. Cover made by: "Book Cover Maker" @Amber_H97