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On some nights, I pretend to be me. The real me, who doesn't hide or has no one with whom to confide. I think of the words set in my heart. These words can shift mountains and vallies, and have the power to take friends out of our lives.
Love Enters Reality Someday. Previously, it was me before you. It’s now lost time. Seeing you hurts. It is necessity. What is “it?”
Unrecognizable yet familiar all in the same Forgotten in a past fog that has become as comforting as home
There once was a girl with two different sides. The bright, the bold, and the bubbly; the happy the laughing and the smiley. The dark, the dangerous, the angry; the hurt, the crying, the melancholy. She smiled to the world, no reason to frown.