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Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2022
Mature
Striking lights and bitter sips of whiskey, everything felt ridiculous.

How awful does it feel to hate your own personality?
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When I first encountered him, I sensed a depth to him that went beyond the surface. Little did I know then that this depth would soon give rise to a bitter reality. I held onto the hope that by writing our journey, I could ignite inspiration in many hearts and demonstrate the endurance of love, even in the face of unrequited feelings. However, it seems that my aspirations fell short. *** Our story was one of you, centered solely on you and the facets of yourself that remained hidden from your own view when you look at yourself in the mirror. Your intense gaze left a lasting impact on my wounded heart, a memory that lingered until the very end. Farewell, my enigmatic Mr. Reeves, until our paths meet again. 💜