We think that fairies are unreal, as much as campire, magic and thing that make us believe that they are more then what we know only. What if we discover someday that in all those stories, it was us who was unreal? Fake face, fake love, fake friends.... What if they exist and we were tje ones wuo were unreall all along?
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•My own wrecked mind•
Poésie~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
