The Anthology
The moment always ends up the exact same way
The moment always ends up the exact same way... I wake up around 3am... Something very dramatic has just happened. Something, life-changing. I have tears running down my face... I know I was dreaming but I don't remember the dream... As I sit up in my bed, and stare off into the…
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