I do not remember much of myself, all I know is, I do not begin anywhere nor do I end anywhere. I just exist. I just stay around, until you need me. When you were younger I helped you sleep soundly, I made sure whenever you fell that your head never touched the floor. And when you were apart from your mother or father, I made sure they felt something, they felt that you needed them. The others consider us fairy tales, myths, lies; But not you, Kurt Hummel, not my Kurt.

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Whenever you feel sad, whenever you cry, it's the only time I feel, because it's the only time you ask for me. And that's the deal, we can only ever be there when you need us, as you grow older, we are only here when you ask. We can only be here to soften each blow. To make sure your night is not restless, and that you fall asleep faster when things are rough. Because only in sleep can we make you feel us unknowingly. Only there can I tell you, things do get better. You call it dreams.

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Tonight you lie on your bed, tears flowing and an ache in the back of your head and you whisper one thing. Mom. All I can do is show you the fleeting images of what I saw when she lived, hoping you wake with less sorrow and enough strength to get up. But is it wrong of me to want to do more?

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