All my life, I believed that the person I was meant to love was misplaced, put somewhere else, on another shelf. Not accessible. Not that they didn't exist, but that they existed in another time and place. Maybe in a past life. Sometimes I don't know how honest I can be. I am as honest as possible. I have nothing left to give away and don't care,
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