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My dreams and aspirations are like drugs - a temporary relief from the brutality of everyday life. The high is so potent the first time you conceptualize it, but it never feels as good as the beginning, especially if reality makes the dreams seem permanently situated as fantasy.

Posted on October 25, 2009 by Registered CommenterBritt in , | CommentsPost a Comment

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