It was not you, nor your lack of valor. It was not me and my lack of comprehension.
I feared falling down onto the floor, not noticing I was already there and was very comfortable.
I woke up from reality and entered the dream, this is my new home. I walk in this realm better than on the other.
Thread softly, the glass may cut your feet.
A hug, a caress, a smile, a light in this darkness. The spring is coming, the cherry blossoms will give us the most beautiful of blooms.
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