Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
But I can__ control my dreams. I can__ even remember them. For all I know I__ having the time of my life when I sleep, but I just can__ remember. So I__ forced to live in a life I have no control over. A life where I__ either numb to everything or terrified of every thought that crosses my mind. If this is all just a dream, then it sure is a disappointing one.But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I__e got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.
The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing
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But I can__ control my dreams. I can__ even remember them. For all I know I__ having the time of my life when I sleep, but I just can__ remember. So I__ forced to live in a life I have no control over. A life where I__ either numb to everything or terrified of every thought that crosses my mind. If this is all just a dream, then it sure is a disappointing one.But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I__e got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.
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