We're on the same wavelength. Last night I was eh, thinking about this subject matter. It's scarier to think about it in the dark when you can't see anything, not even yourself. So unsure... I love you, Rhonda. I'm sure of that.
It's horrifying to think about while looking down on the face of a dead man, I think at least. My life has become so hectic without direction so suddenly. perhaps there is no such thing as what we call 'magic' I love you, Annie. That's the only path I see.
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I love you, Rhonda. I'm sure of that.
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I love you, Annie. That's the only path I see.
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