I want to walk in a dream,
To look at what’s inside it.
Something good or extreme.
I saw a black hole.
and fell into it.
Something was stolen.
then, an abyss underneath.
A hand from above appears to me.
I tried to catch it,
without feelings, no petty.
Slipping on the mud, hearting a bit.
I was crushed I was hurt,
but I got up again...
even though covered with dirt.
I extended my hand,
throwing my body up.
Do you think that I survived?
I don’t know then I woke up...
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