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dreams are dreams. they are like movies in a theater, suddenly the dim room is lit up, it flickers emphatically, ephemerally. then room goes dark again. we've come to terms with this before, enough. i've spent the past couple days bewitched out of my senses, my mouth has been dry. i don't want to speak, but i have to, to you. if you could see that this is all your fault, you'd deny it, coyly, and those eyes that always see through me, would see through me. and that's why i'm stuck liking you. it will fade, and i will have to come to terms with it, someday. but this is now, i'm awake, alive.