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In his dreams, they were together. In his dreams, there was still hope.

Through the days he was placated, the dreams enough to entertain. But when such days drew to a close, he slipped back into disdain.

Then, in dying light, he sat and waited, waited, waited, knowing they would never show. Until, again, he did realize, once more, alone, he'd go.

And so, the world was disregarded, his responsibilities cast aside, so he might crawl back into slumber, and leave the cold, cruel world behind.

For, in his dreams, they were together. In his dreams, there was still hope.

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