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Do you remember the pain of losing your heart? Do you remember the pain of the tears burning your skin? Because I do. People would keep asking me why there is always sadness in my words? For few seconds, I would remember your face and I would close my eyes fearing that you would escape …
Every night my lover builds a home inside of me. A home for us to dream endlessly. Inside this home there is a limitless space for laughter… a space for us to fill with air. A timeless space for us to grow older. He made me paper dreams. Paper dreams for paper houses. Papers houses …