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Dreams formed, destroyed, shattered, rebuilt, sometimes achieved, sometimes forgotten, but always owned, by us. Nightmares grow and die as we do, as our true fears are revealed to us, by us. They are one and the same, our inner computation of stochastic elements that results, in us.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
My dream is to become
Dreams formed, destroyed, shattered, rebuilt, sometimes achieved, sometimes forgotten, but always owned, by us. Nightmares grow and die as we do, as our true fears are revealed to us, by us. They are one and the same, our inner computation of stochastic elements that results, in us.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
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