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To the places that we all go we never know when will it happen and it goes slow when you awaken you thought you were on the go to these places you know the world of confusion no one knows. Dreaming of what you heard and say could only recognize the plaque to what you thought was of the day you sadly awaken and thought to be forgotten and taken away
Dreams may come and dreams may go but to what distinct will never know. To me my dreams come clear and good which give me meaning of yesterday to only think of this very day to why this is Ill never know, the mysteries of dreams are still unknown.