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I know I've already written today.

I don't want the last entry to be so exposed. It feels like the monster, the other side of who I am. I am ashamed and proud of the monster. As I am with all of myself.

I had a though about what our love is like...

It's like facing two mirrors against each other. And then attempting to fix the image in the middle.

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