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megan
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perhaps i think too hard about the good things when i am awake, that it forces the bad things to play themselves out on me in the night. when i am helpless, and cannot think clearly, and cannot force my existence to be what i want, it is then when you are with me no longer. it is when i cannot hug you close to me, because my bed sheets are tying me down, preventing me from loving you. and you are gone. but when i awake, i am still in your arms, and you are still smiling at me, and you are still loving me. it's these sad dreams that form reality, that make us cling to what we've already got.
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