She is isolated. She is solitary. Living in a lone dimension where she can understand herself and structure what she feels. The truth is that she has secrets; secrets she beholds from her memories in the real world. The real world is so beautiful and contains so many precious memories, but only to keep silently. It's imperfection makes it painful, making her fear what she feels.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
