END of DREAMS
End of my dreams...I mean damn. There was once a point and time in my life in which this would be suicide. Cause see according to Webster's, living means having life, i.e. my dreams; the reality in which I choose to dwell.
I mean, what does this mean? To some a life without dreams is well....a nightmare.
I mean.... everybody already knows what your gonna do but what about what you've done?
How long of a brainSTORM can your fellowSHIP handle?
I guess you need to...
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