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My friends think that I live in a dreamworld inside of my own head, and that I should get a grip. But I know that if I opened up the windows of my eyes to reality, and if I would dare to look outside, I would fall through the horizon onto my own death, because my head is in the clouds. It would be a fatal fall. So I just keep holding onto the stars. And though most think that it’s dangerous to hang suspended between the sky and the ground, some people cannot help it, because their souls were born to fly.