Lonely Boy the "Dream Shatterer" has this say:
I woke up today and I realized I had a dream about her again. I had a dream I was her boyfriend.
We were so happy. I would just hold her and we went somewhere together.
It felt so real. So incredibly real.
Molly was actually between my arms. I would think to myself, “Can this be real?”
It sure seemed like it to me. It seems even my own mind loves to taunt me.
To wake up and have your own dream shattered.
Who’s fault is that?
It’s my own fault for letting emotions get to me.
Stupid feelings.
I wish I wasn’t as pathetic as I am so I could do something about them.
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