Sometimes it's as if a part of your soul is somewhere out there,trying to find you and come back for the better but you don't want it here,with you,in your life,so you mask yourself for it to not recognize your existence.
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RandomIn the middle of switching phones, I realized I had a terrible habit of writing my thoughts in my notes app(thoughts I liked enough to not lose) so here's a section of my imagination:)
