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Isn't it beautiful how there are infinite versions of everything? There are so many different worlds, I have lost its count. There is a world in which only I exist, I sometimes mumble lullabies I sometimes shout songs in the shower, Because this version is only mine, Nobody else would see me, right? I tap on my feet, Make paintings with the tip of my fingers in thin air. I tell myself whatever i want to hear. There is also a version in which only you and I exist. You can imagine anything in this, in our world, And there would still be a possibility that it exists. Isn't that beautiful?
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
Infinite infinities.
Isn't it beautiful how there are infinite versions of everything? There are so many different worlds, I have lost its count. There is a world in which only I exist, I sometimes mumble lullabies I sometimes shout songs in the shower, Because this version is only mine, Nobody else would see me, right? I tap on my feet, Make paintings with the tip of my fingers in thin air. I tell myself whatever i want to hear. There is also a version in which only you and I exist. You can imagine anything in this, in our world, And there would still be a possibility that it exists. Isn't that beautiful?
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sneha-thakur
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
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