dreams...
Everyday, or rather these few days, I wake up and see this thing, I don't know I'm suppose to be happy or angry, it's like a monster, getter bigger and bolder each day. Sometimes it may seem to be a cute little teddy bear, but most of the time, it's still a monster. It's taking its chance, I won't buy it; it's going to haunt me, I won't give in. Maybe it's just a bad dream, a nightmare, a weird imagination. But I shall not bother about it, afterall, dreams can't be real......or can it?
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