

Re-IntroducedUpon a time, there was a Once And you can barely remember. Whispers of ghosts through sepia stories, clinging to your lost, yourRe-Introduced


AddictionThis is where I let it go...Addiction
She. Is the essence of impracticality, impossibility. But you tie her down to keep her near,
and she pretends your ropes can hold her.
To need so direly something so unreal, how can she protest? [She is only a figment of your imagination] Can you see through the clouds?
The stars themselves have frozen And you somehow manage not to notice.
The rose
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"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it." -- Douglas Adams
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