In my mind,
I take someone's breath away.
I am unconditionally loved and cherished.
Praised. Admired.
My quirks don't compare to those of others.
I was loved like this in every life I've ever existed in, inside my mind.
In every life...I died in someone's arms.
Maybe this is the life, in my mind, where I die alone.Rose Pataly 🧚🏾♀️
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