He lived in his dreams. The only place where he could create his own reality. It was so vivid as though it was true. He would take stories that happened to him in the so called real world and fix them to work how he wanted. In his dreams he was the director, apart from all external factors. He couldn't wait to go to sleep every night to continue writing and living his stories. He walked amongst the living, yet he lived in his dreams..
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