I used to see my eternal desires being fulfilled, at times, from the ashes of the already dead beings resurrected as a superficial metaphor which comes to me without needing to be invited. And then, the spirits wrapped in your outfit fills my vacuum created by you in the bygone times.
At least my fantasy world is better than the realistic world I pretend to live in. But, deep within, I long for thee in the real world. I am not the same, but, I can withstand a lot better and unleash a lot better.
At least my fantasy world is better than the realistic world I pretend to live in. But, deep within, I long for thee in the real world. I am not the same, but, I can withstand a lot better and unleash a lot better.
Are we going to meet in the real world?
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