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Nothing is more painful than an unfinished dream that gets stuck in your mind. It slowly grabs your thoughts. Like a jigsaw puzzle ,it gets scattered across your mind and solving it is difficult. There, you could have seen faces of people whom you know, actors you admired, characters you saw and read. Sometimes you maybe a character, or sometimes an omniscient viewer, whoever you are you feel really connected to the dream that you cry and laugh with it.But an unfinished dream, it grieves you.You try to figure out what happened, but you get a blurred image, you feel like you have seen some parts of it in the past, but nothing makes sense. The lose of a dream is heavily painful, because it eats your thoughts.And everytime you crave to see the rest of it to enjoy the emotion of it fully , if only you could go back to the dream.

A.C

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