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One night around midnight, I found myself delusional of this profound illusion. Looking through the mirror. I saw myself, doing stuff she likes providing things she wants making her happy. Twas’ beautiful but… it would have been magical if it was me. Pretentious as I am, I found myself delusional of this Perfect Illusion.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Perfect Illusion
One night around midnight, I found myself delusional of this profound illusion. Looking through the mirror. I saw myself, doing stuff she likes providing things she wants making her happy. Twas’ beautiful but… it would have been magical if it was me. Pretentious as I am, I found myself delusional of this Perfect Illusion.
earl-rhyan-ang
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
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