I will never be anything more
than an illusion of what you dream of.
Lying comes so naturally to you now—
you’ve been doing it for so long.
What a shame, my dear.
You must be so exhausted.
A Cozy Chronicle of Stories, Comfort, and Creative Light.
I will never be anything more
than an illusion of what you dream of.
Lying comes so naturally to you now—
you’ve been doing it for so long.
What a shame, my dear.
You must be so exhausted.
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