Why did I have to wake up?
Description
A bunch of blurred images. A long lost sebse of belonging. Add a feel tears.
Foreword
What was it that I kept creating inside my brain?
Maybe just another shy reflection of my deepest hidden hopes.
It felt like I could hear you singing with your eyes. Like I could identify myself in your words. A vision of a blank canvas where I was dying to paint whatever you wanted to be painted. When did I become so amazed? All I could do was speechlessly watch you in that garden, in my dream.
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