Life of An Original
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Sometimes I think very good thoughts. With my problem, they become lost. Now, I don't want to lose them anymore. I want to keep them, cherish them, cleave to them, laugh at them, maybe look at them later. This is maybe the only way to achieve that. So, can i be real? Until this feeling to dwell in my thoughts drifts in its lovely boat, far into life's ocean.
That's my deepest dream, I don't want to lose that, too.
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