I hate waking up from a good dream. It’s like losing a fond memory forever, and you realize that nothing can ever truly be as you hope it to be. And yet, we all still hold on to that small strand of possibility that our hopes and dreams can one day be a reality. I know I still do. Because if you don’t have hope, then what point is there?
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