he told me the ending before it began. a simple reality based in complex delusions... and the knowledge that i was lost there, somewhere between. he gave me the script before it was written with all the cues and he handed it to me, lovingly, with the ability to make changes before a word was spoken. i didn’t feel there was enough time... so there wasn’t. isn’t that the way it always is?Birth sign: Virgo
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