Maybe it was never meant for me.
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Dreams come
Dreams change
But at the end of the day
Dreams embrace me
Warmly.
Distant. Friendly. Surprising.
They are my quick escape
From the worries and troubles of existence
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Questions crawl out of my mouth
Choking me whenever I resist
I can’t help it.
I have to stop.
No more promises
No more problems
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Can’t remember my dreams from yesterday
What will come to me if they happen today?
Yakapin 