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Nov 2015
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.
Written by
Daniel Rodriguez
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   GaryFairy
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