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"He embraced me in his arms, trying to pretended that everything was okay."
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𝕴𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕻𝖔𝖛
Midnight dreams.
Dreams.
Dreams.
Dreams?
What are dreams?
Are they our imagination?
Are they our future?
Are they our reality?
Reality.
Reality...
Let me dream.
Can I dream?
Dream of love.
Love.
Love.
What is love, really?
Is it something you say to feel secure?
Do you say it for the sake of it?
Do... do you really mean it?
Love. Dreams. Reality.
Pain.
Can... can I be you?
I can be you.
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Lucid dreams. A dream.
Am I dreaming?
I sat up as I brushed dirt of my dark clothes.
Shooting into a standing position, I twisted my head left and right, getting a good view of my surroundings.
Strutting forwards, my gait tense, I walked towards my final destination.
What was my final destination?
It looked like I was in the centre of the earth.
A swoosh sound was heard, and I quickly ducked as rocks flew past my oval head.
Rocks?
Then, as I looked up and up, I saw Tartarus.
"Iliana Artino," He stated monotonously.
I raised a brow in confusion, "Tartarus. What am I doing here?" I asked, my head swimming.
Bang. Shake.
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