How come I dream, 
Of moments unocurred, 
And people I haven't met, 
Sorrows and pains unfelt, 
And people who aren't dead are killed, 
The illusions of a happy ending eat at me, 
For I know in this violent world it could never be, 
No one can laugh for a moments enjoyment, 
People committing suicide, 
Others going crazy, 
A time where things and plans, moments are unpleasant, 
Well, here I go, 
Trying to wake from a terrible nightmare, 
Just as I wake up, 
I come to see, 
There's something equal to a nightmare...Reality!                
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