As dark as life may seem?

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Daydreams, today.  So deep, so dark?  So be it.

I don't know where they come from.  I don't know, always, how to manage them.  Can barely stand, and yet I dream ferociously.  Yea.  But... there is good.

Stay to the end.  Or... just skip to the end.

There is hope.  And joy still.