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Another Blank Page (Who Am I?)

beyond_limits13

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Reads 113
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Parts 25
Time 1h 15m

beyond_limits13

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So, who am I? I don't know. You tell me.
I am who I am. But I can be whoever you think of me.
I could be love. And you could be love. And we could be love.
Who knows? We could also be life...

Here's another blank page...
So, who are you?

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[Mature]
May be triggering to some audience.
May contain ideas of sex, abuse, abortion, rape, suicide, and adversities of life.
May be interactive, if you allow it to be.

Will you journey with me?All Rights Reserved

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