Imoet is my nickname, "dreamer" was my middle name. Daydreaming was my safe world, dreaming was my job, realising them was my purpose - kept me motivated, helped me being ambitious, taught me how to be strong.....
It was before I met you.
Now I lost it. I can't be myself. I did dreaming yet several times the reality shot me right on my chest. And even before it stopped bleeding, another realities punched and kicked it -again and again- till don't know when....perhaps till it forgets how to bleed.
How could I dare even to start a new dream.....? I don't even know how to.....
Teach me how to dream,
Help me make a wish......
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