We write to escape our own demons that haunt us. We write to create our own world, full of joy and desires. We write to escape this meaningless hell called the earth. We write to express our emotions that could never be told. We write to accomplish our dreams.
But in the end, it's all just a broken mirror, that shows you the world, how you really wanted it to be.
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Story by Vivian's World
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How did they died?
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What did it mean, that he was dead? Where had he gone? It was like.. A hole in reality opened up and swallowe...
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