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I found myself stranded in a dream.

Trapped in another world where there is no such thing as sadness.

Sorrow was never to be seen nor felt.

But as I walk past a colorful corridor,

I saw a silhouette of a young lady,

a lady in my real world,

She seems to be telling me something, I followed her.

She drew my attention to a mirror hanging by the wall,

And when I looked at it, It drew pictures of my past,

Pictures of myself sitting at the corner of my room, weeping.

And when I looked at the lady, She was gone,

This made me miss my real world.

I found out that I can't live without sorrow...

And I only cry because of you...

sonny montalvo