Even though I am a dream made real, I cannot partake in the privileges of reality. My essence was made from millions of false thoughts, broken promises, and untold amounts of lies. Everything I am is a forgery. ~ How can a shadow cast a shadow? Light is only useful to those who exist. If it was ever to shine on me, then I would cease to exist. Therefore, I will never see the light of day. ~ Warmth cannot affect anything that is known as nothing but cold. My judgment, my love, my reasoning is nothing but winter personified. Can I be anything more than a shadow of someone’s former self? ~ I’m simply here waiting to be found so that I can be lost. Isn’t it the dream of every being to disappear into the memory of someone? Turn the light out on your way, friend.
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