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How did you get here? Where did you come from? Questions plague your mind as you try to disentangle weeds and traverse through the forest. Calmly, you travel , trying to unravel this puzzle. Something lurks in this dark and eerie forest. You can’t see it. but you can feel it. Out of the darkness, beauty emerges. A man of mystery walks to you and places your hands in his. Instantly, you are pulled to him, like a moth to a flame. This man has aroused passion in you. But who is he? You have met him before. Entranced by his presence, you lean into him, trying to cling to his essence. But no matter how hard you cling, there is a barrier. There is a fire in you, a fire to discover this mystery. But the barrier persists. he insists that there must be a barrier. He holds on to you in the darkness of the forest. He is hidden by the shadows but you still cling to his darkness. Like an addict, you depend on him, on his darkness. You wake up full of questions, missing the being, missing the connection.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
Ghostly Romance
How did you get here? Where did you come from? Questions plague your mind as you try to disentangle weeds and traverse through the forest. Calmly, you travel , trying to unravel this puzzle. Something lurks in this dark and eerie forest. You can’t see it. but you can feel it. Out of the darkness, beauty emerges. A man of mystery walks to you and places your hands in his. Instantly, you are pulled to him, like a moth to a flame. This man has aroused passion in you. But who is he? You have met him before. Entranced by his presence, you lean into him, trying to cling to his essence. But no matter how hard you cling, there is a barrier. There is a fire in you, a fire to discover this mystery. But the barrier persists. he insists that there must be a barrier. He holds on to you in the darkness of the forest. He is hidden by the shadows but you still cling to his darkness. Like an addict, you depend on him, on his darkness. You wake up full of questions, missing the being, missing the connection.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
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