Brutal Perfection

I had a dream.

I had a dream and it consumed me.
 
It captivated my Heart, and gradually ate away at my mind, until all I had left was that dream.
I fell into it.
I collapsed into myself, and regressed into a state neither dreaming nor wakeful.

I fell so hard that all I had left to live was that dream.

This is my account.
This is how I lost myself, and found perfection.


Follow your dreams. 

The End

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