Yes, it was a dream. It was not real. Some days are so good to be real. Some days are so bad to be real. It was a dream. It is a dream. You are too good to be real. You are too bad to be real. You are hopelessly optimistic at one moment and you are the biggest pessimist the next moment.
It cannot be real. It must be a dream. You don't carve for appreciation but some people make you feel appreciated. Then, when you get addicted to their appreciation, they get tired of it. It cannot be real. It must be a dream. It is a dream.
Some People make you smile when you don't feel like smiling. Some people make you feel special and then someday, they make you cry. No one is at fault. You are not bad. Neither are they. It hurts when people have to try hard to be nice to you. Don't you deserve to be naturally loved and appreciated.
When something good happens, too good, too fast, it cannot be real. You don't deserve to be treated well. You are a Failure. You are a loser. Oh! I'm sorry, these are just thoughts, they shall pass. You be a candle if not the sun, so that you can at least brighten a dark room, someday somewhere someone will find your goodness.
This cannot be real. It must be a dream. Why did people come in life, make you feel good about yourself and then they start leaving slowly. It is the saddest feeling in the world. It is not real. It is just a thought. It is a dream. Some things are better left untold. Some questions are better left unanswered. Some answers are too harsh to deal with. Someday you will learn it...you will learn it!
It cannot be real. It must be a dream. You don't carve for appreciation but some people make you feel appreciated. Then, when you get addicted to their appreciation, they get tired of it. It cannot be real. It must be a dream. It is a dream.
Some People make you smile when you don't feel like smiling. Some people make you feel special and then someday, they make you cry. No one is at fault. You are not bad. Neither are they. It hurts when people have to try hard to be nice to you. Don't you deserve to be naturally loved and appreciated.
When something good happens, too good, too fast, it cannot be real. You don't deserve to be treated well. You are a Failure. You are a loser. Oh! I'm sorry, these are just thoughts, they shall pass. You be a candle if not the sun, so that you can at least brighten a dark room, someday somewhere someone will find your goodness.
This cannot be real. It must be a dream. Why did people come in life, make you feel good about yourself and then they start leaving slowly. It is the saddest feeling in the world. It is not real. It is just a thought. It is a dream. Some things are better left untold. Some questions are better left unanswered. Some answers are too harsh to deal with. Someday you will learn it...you will learn it!
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