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The space between you and me are where dreams come true.

Dear you,

tear (v.)
: to separate parts of or pull apart by force
You tear at me. Bit by bit, just for you, I’m coming undone. I thought you said you loved me. Maybe it was something like ”I’m above you,” and I heard only what I wanted to.

tor·ment (n.)
: the infliction of torture
All the tormentors I ever had could never hurt me quite you like do.
But still, I love you.
Or maybe I’m addicted. Not to you, but the pain, because it gives me something else to feel besides empty.

sor·ry (adj.)
: feeling sorrow, regret, or penitence
You say you’re sorry for the pain you caused. It’s okay love, I forgive you.
But you do it again.
If you regret a decision you made, why repeat it?

hy·poc·ri·sy (n.)
: a pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, etc., that one does not really possess
The syllables paint a kind picture of you, while your moves work on burning it up. Do I believe the smooth words that pour from those lovely lips? Or should I close-mindedly believe only in what can be seen?

a·wake (adj.)
: waking; not sleeping
Where I lay at night, pondering over what’s really going on. I’m lost in a riptide, being tossed here and there, wanting to believe things are what you say they are, and afraid that it’s opposite to that.

I heard once, that the ones we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most.

It’s true.

Love me,
Mangled Doll

love (n.)
: complicated

Every night, when you go to sleep, you dream. Up to four times a night. If you wake up without a dream it’s because you simply cannot remember.

So try this,
Before you go to sleep, right as your curled up under your cozy covers, say to your self a few times ”I will remember my dream” It helps you remember your dreams, and if you really want to keep them, write them down right as you wake up. 90% of a dream is lost after just half an hour of being awake.

I dreamt of where I used to live, in very realistic detail. Everything looked real, all the people where real. It wasn’t one of those dreams that come true later though, since there were things in it that wouldn’t even be there. At some point during the dream there was a bombing, in fact I remember a grenade being tossed at me and I just barely made it to a safe distance away when it went off. Then it ended, and Nicole was there for some reason, although she never lived there, and so was a team of hazard guys. Lots of people I haven’t seen in forever, and then for some reason I end up on my laptop on skype. I remember telling a friend about the bombing, and then in middle of it I was like woah. It was a dream. And then I said to them, woah it was a dream. I’m not sure if before hand they said something like what bombing? I never heard of it, or something that could’ve set it off, but in the dream I realized I had dreamt the bombing and was still dreaming. This has happened on rare occasions but I remembered it and decided since it’s a dream why not have fun and see what happens. So I started to tell the guy I was talking to EXACTLY what I felt (nothing bad) to see his reaction, but as I kept typing I started to feel myself wake up, and the further I typed the closer I was to waking up, so I stopped and erased it and suddenly I stopped waking up. Everytime I tried to tell him what I though I’d keep starting to wake up, so I sped typed it and hit send and hoped I would stay long enough, and the waking feeling stopped. I haha’d in triumph and watched as they started typing a reply then was hit with the most unpleasent feeling and jolted awake. I’ll always wonder why I wasn’t allowed to say that, why I couldn’t see their response. Such a weird dream..