A Dream That Will Never Last (Under Revision)

A Dream That Will Never Last (Under Revision)

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Prologue He wasn't the guy I dreamt of. He was more than that. He was never and will never be the normal guy in the street. He was the guy where every side of the place there were cameras flashing. He was never the guy I can love. He was the guy that was loved by everyone. And even if we live in an opposite world. We met. And then reality srikes. I was having it, the best of the best then suddenly all of it was gone. Immediately I started to feel empty all over again. I knew that we were and never will be for each other. He was a star and Im just his Black hole. He will never be mine. Even if we wish for it. Thank you for every minute,hours,and days you've spent with me. But now is the time for me to wake up. Because he was just a dream, A Dream That Will Never Last.
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