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sexta-feira, 21 de abril de 2017

I have this stupid feeling that something is not real until you write it down. Now, by writing it down, I'm turning it into something real. I have this dream in which I feel so much desire that it turns into suffering. It's so good that it turns into a bad thing. And I love that. It's like having this pleasure in pain. And I can't get enough of it, I'm addicted to it. My mind is a mess, I can admit to it, no need to hide anything, but now in this dream I can feel as everything is in a right place, as if I was the sanest person who ever exist, which can not be true, as all that I'm saying makes no sense. Can you fall in love with someone's mind?

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