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Dec 2014
I dreamt of her many years ago.
She didn't have a face.

But when she spoke,
it was the sound of music.

As I lay beside her,
all the ******* of my life started fading away.

Something about the vague dream kept me going.
It inspired me to keep fighting.

And then I woke up, happy,
for the first time in forever.


She could be anyone..
Sometimes good dreams help in hard times
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