Internal Conflict
“Tis tis you know better then this” Left
“But how and why do I feel it with each breathe?” Right
“Some things are better left quiet” Left
“Quiet is the opposite of what’s happening! It seems to get louder as the day goes.” Right
“Refocus yourself from these crazy dreams, what was once was… and is no more. Pour yourself into something new. That is how you must get over this so called color blue.” Left
“I’m sick of this and I am you” Left
“As I am you” Right
“Polar opposites is the truth” Left
“Seems to me that I usually occupy our thoughts” Right
“Well this may be true but doesn’t make you correct, people like to live in fantasy but no one wants to live in the real” Left
“Dreams are what make the world special” Right
“Special is right...” Left
“Don’t patronize me with your repeating remarks! Nothing would be the way it is without dreams, fantasy, and emotions. Plus people always say you can dream something into reality if you want it bad enough!” Right
“Ooohh I can’t reason with you people… you will only stop once you’re dead, not even if it hits you in the face will you believe it! You will just make some other fantasy up to make yourself still believe. Is there no hope?” Left
“Well only time will tell…” Right
“Oh go to Hell!” Left
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