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She was startled awake and found herself sitting upright in what she assumed to be a bed. There was no light around her, so she couldn't see anything. With a jolt, Louise remembered everything that had happened before. 'But then, shouldn't I be dead?', she thought. The realization that it had all just been a dream slowly seeped in. Everything had been a dream, it had all happened inside her own mind, made up by her imagination. Louise whispered: 'It seemed so real ' She let herself fall back onto the bed, into what felt like fluffy pillows. She finally recognized where she was. Thìs was her house, her bed. The life she had dreamt of was mere imagination, and now she had to start living her own life again.
Confused and feeling slightly sad, Louise got up and walked over to where she remembered the window to be. Pushing the curtains aside, she took in the familiar view. It was early morning, the sky slowly becoming lighter as the sun approached the horizon. The small tow
Just Hold My HandJust hold my hand
Don't try to keep me with you, don't try to keep me safe
I need to learn, I need to live, I need to find my own place
Your arms may be around me, but you are holding me too tight
I need to run and find myself, out there into the night
Don't give up on me and let me go, that's not what I just said
Just hold my hand and run with me, through the darkest of nights
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