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Dreams are like cigarettes. At one end its on fire, but quickly turns to smoldering ash and smoke that dissipates into an abyss of nothingness. while at the other end the life is being sucked out of you until nothing remains except an old, dried up, decayed butt thats left in rememberance of a life that used to be. they cause temporary relief to a never ending chaotic cycle. then its back to a reality of tried and failed attempts. when one draws nye, another shortly follows in hopes that it will be the last so you can finally live happy and free. but, thats rarely ever the case with an insane mind stuck in a so called sane world. so you spend everything, even down to your last dime. wondering why, why bother, whats the point. realizing those questions are never answered. yet you go on day to day the exact same.