Moving on

Wake me not, for I am deep asleep; As the dreams come and go, let me silently weep.   Break me not, whenever I feel strong; I hate lying to myself, that I am finally moving on.   Ask me not, for I have nothing else to give; Pain is all that I have, holding …


And once again it broke; not his heart but his hope. For his heart was already in pieces and now, his soul wanders in empty places. In the kingdom of peace, he is the Outcast.

Wake Up.

Love as much as you can, when you still have the person you love with you; Because loving someone is like dreaming. You can't choose or control your dreams, they just happen. Cherish while you can, because living inside a dream is better than waking up to find out that it wasn't real. Cry as …

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