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you are walking down a road to you home to go to bed and you can hear a voice in the back of your head speaking of the days pasted and to come as the sun goes down the voice get louder it stop and the moon is out the road has changed and you keep walking not able to turn around and this road that dose not end nor begging you walk trying to remember how you got here and why you have to walk strait in the black with no stars you look up to find the moon and see yourself looking down at you they turn around and walk away reveling the moon coving the sun as i slowing be brighter and brighter you find yourself in you bed. you wake to the dream the is the day, now take the day make it your and dream the day.
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