D E A R , D R E A M 🌈✨
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MatureOngoing23m
Last published Tue, Jun 17, 2025
It's a piece of me. I want to share an oddball of me, a circle space in my mind, what I've been thinking, sometimes.
I contribute this section for a certain space in my mind that I would like to share by typing it out.
A space of an oddball; 🖤
I swear, mostly I wrote on my journal note instead of here because that seems way faster and it feels a bit more lighter to do so but I will share bits of it in here when I have time to do so.
I don't know if people are willing to read this or not. But, if you do read any, thank you. I appreciate it. 💟
Fast forward:
In the year of 2025, where I feel like I'm a fully adult now, I'll be sharing my dreams again from now. It's a bit chaotic because it got messed up with the reality and my dreams aren't that magical anymore, not much. I guess, the price you have to pay to be an adult is, the lost of magic in your eyes and self. Even dreams couldn't keep the dust for a long time.
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