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Once he is awake, he forgets about me.
He resumes the Life he promised me he would quit.
He is an addict for it.
Everytime we made plans, he was passionate than the last.
He was more prepared and active about it.
But yet, when he wakes up.
It was like he never made those promises.
It was like his charisma was all act.
By Night one way and by day another.
That was his curse.
If Only he could stick to one form.
And take the form of his real self.
Tell him his dreams cannot stay as dreams forever.
Like humans, they can die of loneliness.
Tell him to carry them with him forever.
