Dreams

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By XRebzX

Dreams are what we make of ourselves they come and go every night dreams are what makes us survive so well they're something we cannot fight Dreams are such funny things sometimes they are quite bad i've always wondered "what do dreams mean?" they either make us really happy or sad Are they just imagination? or is there a message to send out? what do we really think of them? what are they all about? It's weird to even think about it they come in great big stacks but what do they really, truly mean? or should we just turn our backs? Dreams are what we make of ourselves they come and go every night dreams are what makes us survive so well they're something we cannot fight Copyright Rebecca Waring

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