How come I dream,
Of moments unocurred,
And people I haven't met,
Sorrows and pains unfelt,
And people who aren't dead are killed,
The illusions of a happy ending eat at me,
For I know in this violent world it could never be,
No one can laugh for a moments enjoyment,
People committing suicide,
Others going crazy,
A time where things and plans, moments are unpleasant,
Well, here I go,
Trying to wake from a terrible nightmare,
Just as I wake up,
I come to see,
There's something equal to a nightmare...Reality!
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