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Feb 2012
What if all of those dreams you have,
aren't really dreams?
                                                  
                                                                    What if they're memories?
                                                                    Or maybe they're predictions of what has yet to come.
                
                             You never know.
Woke up at four in the morning. Can't sleep.
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Cece  F
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   K Balachandran
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