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I Believe In My Dream
I believe I control my dream, yet as I dream I lose control.
I believe happiness is not just a word, it's a combination of feelings that make me smile, laugh, cry.
I believe the only pain I should feel is from laughing.
I believe in the deep feeling I get from the music I love.
I believe music helps the helpless.
I believe in depression, stress, fear, anxiety.
I believe without light it's just darkness.
I believe in the painful truth.
I believe the optimistic are blind.
I believe everyone gets heartbroken.
I believe I'm not a pessimist; for I'm a realist.
I do not believe everything is ok, yet I believe in hope.
I believe in mistakes, second chances.
I do not believe in love at first sight, yet I do.
I believe love is more meaningful than life, for who you love you will give up your life.
I do not believe the dream controls me.
I believe in the unbelievable.
I believe in aliens. Do you?
Do you believe in God?
I believe religion is destruction.
Do you believe in death? I do.
Do you believe society controls us?
I believe in surprises, yet I want to know now.
I believe in the power of art.
I believe rain is the only way to water plants - drip, drip, drip, splash, splash, splash.
I believe roses grow to die.
I believe my mother has died for me, metaphorically.
I believe rejection, loneliness, the feeling of failure will kill me,
I believe every second that passes by is a second closer to death.
I believe I'm right, yet I know I'm wrong.
I believe in a black and white world,
I believe that is why I have this emptiness.
Right here, right here where my heart should be filled with color is dull.
Touch me right here where my heart should be and you will feel the emptiness I desire to fill.

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