Once upon a...
Dear Diary,
December came today---the death of me shall be undying.
But it was beautiful: the cold blunt white, the silence in suffocation, and the fragrant, decadent music that sang in my ears.
Upon the piano keys I felt softness in those numbed fingers; In a mirror I saw dark gold in those strange eyes.
In blooming I came to touch my soul, and in withering I'd have found my love.
And I finally realized---dreams will forever be my life.
Dreams...Dreams, Dreams.
Dream of life.
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