imagination
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Sometimes I disappear although it’s as if I’m still here my eyes are lost looking at the images inside my head Sitting in the creations I made the maladaptive dreaming taking over my inner and outer self slowly lowering my resolve and gaining my consent I am sitting quietly listening to the birds but my
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Let me tell you a story… Almost 20 years ago now I was mindlessly scrolling online and looking for something at the time I didn’t really know what I was looking for or how it would alter my thinking. You see I never really imagined myself as one of those girls who dreams about her
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