A make believer. A dreamer. An actress in this life.
In a world I built, a fabrication to pass the time.
One day I desire to be covered in mud sweating being a human.
One day I desire to be a dream never to be seen again.
Other days I live in on a moral high ground. Then others still, I am throughly deviant.
I am all of these things.
I am none of these things.
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Forever the truth and forever a lie.
You are who you want to be, at least that is my hope.
Best regards.
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