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It’s raining here. A perfect weather to sleep and just dream the whole day. If life is just what I make when I close my eyes and as I pull the blanket over me and curl up to my most comfortable side of the bed if I can just have everything my way, but can not. Eventually the rain has to stop pouring and I must get up and go back to the waking life. And in there everything that was dreamed of will be forgotten, will be lost. Like all our dreams now in oblivion.
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