I had a dream.
A dream of innocent people, brought up in a world that never knew the meaning of peace.
I had a dream.
A dream of people who risked their lives for the sake of those they wished to protect.
But the only thing that separates dream from reality, is whether it feels real to you upon waking up.
As for what's real and what's not… God only knows.
And yet… I still feel like there must've been something I could've done.
I feel like that has to be the reason why I was brought to this world.
If this was future was truly unavoidable, then what was the point of me being here at all?
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