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Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.


I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough?

Do you remember when you told me that I didn’t see myself very clearly? You obviously have the same blindness.


Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.