Where people I greet wear no masks, where promises are not contracts but a matter of trust, where being strong is nothing to be proud of but being vulnerable is, where love meets me with a dream that I could share and not a spiked drink, where nature is not a luxury but a way of life, why does it have to be a daydream. 

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