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Guilty

I sometimes forget which life is a dream and how things could be as they seem.
I dream to wish I'm awake and I awake to wish I'm dreaming.
How is a dream a dream, and of which dream do I speak?
I dream as I'm awake and I awake to dream.
Nothing in my dream is as I need it to be.
The memories are lost amongst reality.
Nothing is as real as I dream it to be.
Everything is greater than me.
I live a distorted reality.

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This is not  the  world. This is  my  world. I just said that. You are a privileged presence. You are arbitrary. Perspective is subjective. My  world is objective. Stop interrupting. I have no patience for the faithless. I cry for my dreams. I work for my dreams. I smile for my dreams. I live for my dreams. I'm a professional. No explanation necessary.