Maybe it is true I am just a lie.
But hearing that doesn’t make me cry.
Because what if nothing is real? What if existence feeds on its illusive nature?
Sometimes words write themselves down like the heartbeats in our shattered hearts.
Don’t ask me who I am. I am far from knowing the answer to that myself.
All I know is that I love dreams.
I love white and purity.
I love love.
I feel everything so deeply.
I … was born to be free.
Facing peculiar paths, I wonder how I always knew they were mine to take…
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I keep reading this Elissa! It’s truly amazing. I love it
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Thank you Saher! You’re a cool fan.
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Well written !!
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Thank you!
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