dreams

dreams

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The day seems good until you wake up. The world seems welcoming until you enter it. When the morning comes nothing seems good the moment my eyes open and until they are shut I feel like death would be better, safer, and more peaceful. But the moment my eyes are closed dreams come and take me. The dream of peace and happiness, the warmth and love. It may only last a moment but it gives me strength Strength for the day to come No matter what it be, a nightmare or a fantasy It seems better then life. Friends in my dreams never leave or change Time never passes to fast or to slow You are never forgotten or hated Nothing seems better and you start to feel happy. Then the sun comes up and your brought back, back to the truth of the world. The pain and sadness, The hate and fear of life washes over you and you wish you wouldn't have open your eyes. You want to fall back into your welcoming sleep Where nothing goes wrong and you are always loved.
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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

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