So I saw this road, it was dirt, I decided to walk down it, never noticed it before. It went on and on and on, where was it leading. I have been walking for hours. I come to a path, never noticed it before, decided to walk down it. Then it came to a point. There stood a great tree, long since dead, towering above me, to one side was a field of thorns and to the other a field of flowers. Off in the distance, at the top of the hill, in the field of flowers stands a pregnant woman, she's facing the sun that is setting. The path leads into the field of thorns and I follow, not stopping to talk to the woman. As I continue on the path is enveloped by thorns, as well as me. Struggling and blood and fear that ever action to free myself is infact causing me to become more entangled, so . . . I stop trying to get free.
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sometimes dreams can be very cruel.
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sometimes dreams can be very cruel.
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