I stopped dreaming...

Once upon a time I stopped dreaming. I don't want to remember why or I don't want to. But I did. I stopped believing and the automatic version of the life arrived. Even though, that one was also fantastic, it's not what I want.

I write this as a reminder of one day I realised.

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