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Apr 2016
Last night I had a dream that I made it to heaven
But when I awoke I was still in hell
Heaven is the dream
Hell is the reality
So then does our dream turn into our reality once humanity touches it
Dreams are the frail hope to keep us going make us feel alive
Reality is the aftermath the problems that come with our dream that never cross our mind
Humanity synonym is destruction because we crave for our self not others because were all so blind
Simon Woodstock
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Simon Woodstock
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