Dirty.
Broken.
Pain.
Hopeless.
Inescapable world.
Beautiful dreams never come true.
Still have to go on.
Only then can we crush the past.
I am hiding in my dreams.
You are always there.
I am suffering from reality.
You are always there.
Never dirty.
What infects you is just my love.
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