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For eighteen years Iāve had this dream on repeat that plays out the same way. I lived with this man who was the champion of the world, and I was as happy as the Dahlia in bloom, then the phone rings. You see, my dreamer self and I struggle with the absurdity of it all as I look down on your body, knowing you must begin another journey alone. For a second, I think of walking away with hopes that my love guides you when you are ready to set sail, but in that moment, I remember we are one and youāve already got all my love. then I wake up.
