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Your motivations are fueled by the promises of your dreams.
It makes you hold on to that single shard of hope which you wholeheartedly put your faith in.
Dreams are wonderful.
But what if your's aren't?
What if, just what if your dreams are shadowed heavily not by ambition, not by love, hope or anything else seemingly normal as a human being. What if all you see in your dreams are blood lust? The urge to act upon that burning fire inside you that is your second conscience? What then?
Would you let go and act upon it?
Or would you rather perish trying to stomp it out?
Dreams are wonderful.
So i'l ask you once more:
What if your's aren't?
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