Listen, lady. I don't sleep well often these age and time. Let alone having ever dreamt itself, either dreaming about anybody being the dream of my world. Instead, you taught me to lie to myself, you, and above all to people; that you make my life a whole so I feel like holding your arms forever even if mine get tight and tired. Now look what you make of me; a shameless liar, lying like a rug. Not that alone hurts but the hateful part is that I can't notice it even when I'm lying to myself. And that's quite because you notice me.
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