NASA recently discovered parallel universe and no one's talking about my favorite topic. I wonder what my parallel self has become.
I hope she's not crying at night.
I hope people adored her.
I hope she achieved what she wanted.
I hope the best for her.
Why? The 'Me' in this universe is enough. I want my parallel self to be the exact opposite of me. Be happy, lady.
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