a conclusion(driven)
theres no progress from day to day -
(its all the same)
wheres the great future we expected?
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why do the people who matter mean nothing to me?
my dreams.
are brighter and more vivid- unique in every way 'real' life is not. each night is new and different and valuable- the faces i pass by without noticing during the day drop their masks and become people, alive in my mind. my feelings stir in my mind with no remorse, love is complete, terror consumes me. cynicism and irony have no place in these twisted idylls.
my life is a necessary interlude;
i'm living from dream to dream.
(its all the same)
wheres the great future we expected?
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why do the people who matter mean nothing to me?
my dreams.
are brighter and more vivid- unique in every way 'real' life is not. each night is new and different and valuable- the faces i pass by without noticing during the day drop their masks and become people, alive in my mind. my feelings stir in my mind with no remorse, love is complete, terror consumes me. cynicism and irony have no place in these twisted idylls.
my life is a necessary interlude;
i'm living from dream to dream.