Will you remember my face if reality sets our story?
I sometimes wish this isn't just some fantasy
Written at the ends of my paper
But something I would like to fill
When time comes and let us meet
Will it ever be possible?
If our ends would meet?
Crossing through those borders,
Of imagination and reality.
I couldn't believe that dreaming could this be so tiring.
Is it because you're so out of reach?
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