Reality is only but a dream
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You know a that feeling when you feel like your in a dream.Only your not dreaming and your life a really beautiful thing that you can't afford to loose .In all that crap,but for some I get the feeling more and more and slowly losing my grip on reality.That little thing in your head reeling you this isn't a dream yeah i don't have that. After my parents died there was no to tell me that this isn't a dream.But in there deaths I fouls my self reborn ,in a whole new grasp for life.Along the way I found Zayn and to told me of my destiny and this true purpose in this world. We answer the call to awake from this wretched curse of a slumber.
We won't stop until we wake up .Until we're free .
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