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PimpMyArea.comThoughts. Good or bad. Black or pink. Practical or dreamy.
Substantial. Meaningless. True. Fairy-ish. Always thoughts.
They join me before I sleep. They obstruct my date with Morfeas.
Some of them evolve into dreams. Or unexpectedly became a reality.
How does that separation occur? Choice. Determination.
This is how I foresee my future.