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Reality


Possibilities, Hopes, Wishes

All align to make the perfect

Dream job. Suddenly,

Reality

rears its horrible head, and

All thats left is chaos,

confusion, and heart-wrenching

sorrow of the lost dream, time, and effort

Realtiy comes 

Crashing down on your sholders

weighing you down, latching

itself onto you, and

mocking, laughing. As you dejectedly

face realtiy. But,

Not all hope is lost,

because there is time,

fleeting,

but its still there,

Giving you another chance to

Dream, to Fight.

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