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Just when you thought it was at its mundane best, life throws shit at you. It stares at you long and hard, waiting for a reaction. It prods and pokes and toys with you. It mocks you, it bullies you, it pushes and shoves you around. Then it teases you, and tempts you, and just as you forget what it did to you, it turns around, laughs, and repeats itself. C'est la vie apparently. You never really know what it feels like to lose something until you do – an idea, a person, a belonging, an emotion. What if you lost something you never had. Something you had cultivated and kept alive in one of the corridors of your brain. Held on to for so long and so hopelessly that you had forgotten it only existed in the fabric of your imagination. Thought about it with such intensity that it appeared in your dreams. Wanted it so badly that it occupied any and every idle moment. An idea that haunts you to such an extent that it creates vivid dreams... and from those dreams are...
