I woke up this morning feeling great.
I was relieved, I sighed the biggest sigh.
It felt like a dream and I smiled to myself, why do I keep dreaming silly things like these?
Then it hit me.
Fck.
So I woke up crying to myself like I always do when I dream of things like these.
But I cried, not because I was terrified that it will happen.
I cried because it happened.
Like a stupid girl, I still love you,
But I hate you the same time.
I swear my dreams always realizes itself.
It always has, and it always will.
Why?
why me?
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