I don't want to be a dream. I am not a dream. I am flesh and blood, a being with emotions, feelings, dreams, and ambitions. I am not a fantasy. I do not belong to a fairy tale world where everything is happy and perfect. I am not a mere character from a movie or music. I am more than the tracks and the voice. I am who I am. I am real, living in a real world, living a real life. I am not perfect, I am not the best. But I am pretty sure, I am myself.

It's too late now.


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