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Jul 2022
"I still remember crying myself to sleep.
Begging for mercy.
Looking for assurance.
Searching for peace.
Seeking for answers on the dying ruins of the once beautiful haven.
All because she left.

But it never came. So I set out to find it myself."


"Have you found it?"


"No. I don't think I will. But I rebuilt the paradise we once traversed together albeit alone. Perhaps in hopes that she will return one day and she will find this place home again."
Wise Young Pervert
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Wise Young Pervert  21/M/Dreamland
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