The inside of me comes out of in my dreams. However, they are beat back in by my thought's screams. I cannot be the dreamer I’d like to be because I think too much, you see. And when my thoughts cease from me, I begin the eternal sleep, hoping to be the dreamer I’d want to be. Until then I simply think, “Oh, what it would be to dream?”
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