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Streetlights are not bright enough to decapsulate frozen memories in the night. I have my own to build, now. And more and more. Let me know if I can help. S.O.S. It's sometimes a reality. Is it possible to be more aware? Can I let go and be unafraid?
Sometimes it feels like a sin to bask in the lonely sunshine of bliss.
But then again, my thoughts tend to run completely wild.
Sometimes it feels like a sin to bask in the lonely sunshine of bliss.
But then again, my thoughts tend to run completely wild.