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Please Don't Go


I saw you running off with his friends
You were going to some sort of big event
I suddenly worry for you
I told whoever I was with to stay behind
As I chased after you
I suddenly found myself
Holding a torchlight like Alan Wake
And I had to shine it everywhere
The light guided me to where I have to go
I shouted your name "BUN! BUN!"
Like my life depends on it.
But you did not respond
As I ran, I ended up
Running into some sort of Asian funeral procession
I couldn't tell what sort of Asian was this
And I couldn't care less
I just weave around them and continued my way
They all look so realistic, not dream-like
I knew somehow that this is a dream
But everything looked so real
I continued to run about shouting your name
Trying to look for you
I finally ended up at a procession
that looked like it came from your culture
Then I could feel myself waking up
I could feel my surroundings
And the feel of the bed and the pillow below my head
And the blanket around my body
But I didn't want to wake up
I wanted to find you
I willed myself to go back to sleep
To return to this world
And for a brief moment I succeeded
I approached this man
Who is the head of the procession
And asked him if he saw you
But he asked me if I was the girl
Who was adopted by your family
And asked if I came from the other world
As if he knew I came from the waking world!
How weird is that?
Again, I felt myself slipping
Slipping back to the waking world
I willed myself to stay in the dream
For another few more minutes
Suddenly I was approached by your dad
And he was telling me that he adopted me
So that I can marry Adan
And become the village idiot's bride
That I should give up fantasizing on you
But I don't want to marry a village idiot!
I wanted to marry you!
I wanted to find you!
I wanted to see you
To touch you
To feel you
To kiss you
To hold you and never let go...

But I woke up
Empty and alone
On a cold and lonely bed
And I cried...

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