Zie
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Last published Wed, Jun 15, 2016
I saw my life passing through my eyes when the door opened. I wasn't dying. No. But I wish I had, because life didn't feel the same way. The paintings, flowers, clothes, games, movies... didn't seem beautiful or enjoyable anymore.
Just because I had discovered true beauty.
And that was Zie.
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