𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

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if i had 9 lives, i'd marry you in 8.

how about the other?
you may wonder

well, perhaps sitting alone in the library, writing - a love story or maybe even this poem. and no kids definitely, just me, myself and i in a small apartment anywhere around the world, with a beautiful view of the sky. in that lifetime i think, or at least i hope, that i would be slimmer, prettier even. i would have my own garden and grow my own vegetables. oh, and i would own two dogs, a cat, a piglet and a goldfish. i would perhaps also be working, but who knows what job it would be? and by the time the sun starts to bid farewell, i'd probably walk around the park, picking up flowers that grow by the paths and make little bouquets with them.

and i'd be searching for you,

wondering if i will ever find you.

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