I had another dream with her in it last night. We talked, we made friends again. It was only a dream. Must have been nice. I don't understand why, I don't think about her like I used to. It is such a mindfuck. I wish I would run into her down here, then she might have to talk to me, it would be too high of a coincidence not to. Eh, only time will tell if I will ever forget about her, or my dreams will come true.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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