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Feb 2021
Sins are like questions.
Some are causes of fate.
Some are because of what you believe in
Sins are what I call peaches.
They slice softly through the heart into the shell.
They may protect your inner fate, but not for long.
Once that knife hits your inner shell, there's only a matter of time till it cracks.
This feeling you have..
Is it painful?
Dreadful?
unbearable?
See, i'm not a human yet I can see how much pain and suffering you go through.
I see why humans often try to forget and forgive
But in reality you can't cause it's all an illusion.
I can't really explain much more
Only to realize that..
I love you.
Even if it is just a dream.
Ghostverses
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Ghostverses  20/F
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     Jim Musics, shortweeb and Imran Islam
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