Dreams

Dreams

It’s the dreams we insist to keep on believing in, the ones that enchant our brains with their seemingly impossible essence, and the ones we keep so close, the ones so precious, we will never let them go. Dreams are what we live for, our ever growing ambitions that we adore, and all things we have heard before. Dreams are waiting for us, we cannot wait for them to happen, and we cannot wait for the next misshapen in our lives to venture out to our dreams, waiting for them to arrive with a blink of an eye. Dreams are the greatest thing anyone can have, that everyone can possess; everyone has the ability to impress the world with their great ideas and talents. We cannot give up on our dreams, after all, who will achieve them if we fail to follow their streams?

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