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I live in this zorb of memories and metaphors. And a hoarder of both.
It feels good as much as it feels bad to be the one who always remembers, right?
I know it has to happen to every human, but I tend to overdo things for my amusement.
This place is enclosed by a membrane of dreams and possibilities.
I have seen the beauty of life in countless things from here.
And this place defines me.
No worries, love, I still have 29 days to make myself known to you.
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