Seven years ago I woke up and went to sleep...
I hate sleeping...
It is a waste of time - mind you, sleeping, not being in bed! - that can never be brought back...
And all this time I was dreaming...
Nice dreams...
Sweet dreams...
Intense dreams...
Nightmares...
But what about reality?
Have I lost every grasp of it?
Have I lost and forgotten all those that I knew that was real?
I honestly don't know...
But yesterday I remembered that I am alive...
And I found a very good reason to stay alive...
Stay alive in order to win a war, one which will require many battles but if and when victory comes it may worth more than gold...
It is inevitable...
It is irreversible...
Unavoidable...
To the extent that it will become annoying...
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Only two will ever understand this entry. One would be the one who is the enemy, and the other is one who would never read crap like this...
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