Thoughts on Love, Death, and You
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"Have you ever had a dream of someone and you fall in love with them? I have. And they plague my every thoughts."
It's basically like a journal of like. An alternate me? Some things are real and some things aren't. Some things are from dreams. It's up to you to pick through the truths and the lies. You don't have to though. If you wanted to, you could accept everything as truth. Or you could treat it as fiction. Who knows. Maybe I won't even put anything in here. Maybe I'll post something every day for weeks and then never post something for a year. We'll both see when the time comes.
All art/photos are not mine, unless I say.
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