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A Dreamer Since I was a child, I always tried to reach something I could not. Further away it was, more I wanted it, more desperate I was. I looked at the night sky, wishing to become a star. I whispered to trees, wishing they could answer me. I loved the feeling of wind in my hair, wishing I could fly one day. And I chased birds, wishing they stop flying away from me. When I grew up a bit, I understood my dreams were naive. Yet, didn't stop to think, about even more impossible things. I reached for books, wishing to have the exciting life their characters had. I reached for movies, wishing everything I saw and heard was for real. Through