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What is that playing in your head, that clip suffering that has captured your reality, and plays them like a broken track record. If its' not that then it's your fantasy, that's trying to break free and become reality. But fear of judgment from the world, retracts us back to this cruel shell of a mindset that has been made known by our ancestors. All those hopes, wild imaginations, and our fantasy, that is being rejected by those same ancestors, who vowed to guide us, but now from their hands do they destroy us. We who are present history should learn to break free, to carve and crave our hopes, dreams, and fantasy, that has been bottled and then turn it to passion.
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
Dreams
What is that playing in your head, that clip suffering that has captured your reality, and plays them like a broken track record. If its' not that then it's your fantasy, that's trying to break free and become reality. But fear of judgment from the world, retracts us back to this cruel shell of a mindset that has been made known by our ancestors. All those hopes, wild imaginations, and our fantasy, that is being rejected by those same ancestors, who vowed to guide us, but now from their hands do they destroy us. We who are present history should learn to break free, to carve and crave our hopes, dreams, and fantasy, that has been bottled and then turn it to passion.
dreams are our future and present because the more dreams you bottle up the more pain you feel, so, therefore, learn to express them the right time because at that right is the only time you will feel alive.
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
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