When I asked myself the other day, why are you still here? The only answer I received came to me halfway through the night when I woke up in a dream, echoes in my head, as my whispers turned into screams. I am still here because I dreamed I could
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Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
