You're my White Queen, my white dream
My love, what do you want?
Even a soul such as I desire to know
what it takes to earn your true happiness.
That's the problem. I don't know what it is.
I found true love, but living within a dying world, it won't last.
I have money, but it'll be eaten by greed.
I have light, but as long as I live,
it will be overwhelmed by the
shadows and darkness
of people's weakened hearts.
I gave up on my dreams.
I gave up my stories.
I gave up on lust.
Nothing revives me
than the thought that
this world must be destroyed
and day after day, I craved it.
This is world is a desert.
We can't have a new world without a sacrifice.
I gave up so many
that I wonder if it's worth the effort
Happy reality.
Unreal dream.
My dream father died by the hands of Fate.
Looking at life's cruelty as the way it is.
Fight for your future.
Insanity and reality of the brutal healtcare system.
THE TRUTH OF YOUR EARTH MATRIX
AND WHY IT MUST BE DESTROYED.
"I hear your thoughts, little one.
You play many insane realities
and insane games, that I can't help but to wonder
that maybe we should be twinflames after all."
"For convienence."
"And love."
"And honor."
"And a profound wisdom that belongs only to you."
"It's all arranged."
"By God."
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"And now you see I got your attention
after all
and I kinda wonder
if you sort lie to me about having
one true love of eternal vow
in that life we shared."
"Oh hush, my cheating heart
doesn't lie on the bedside."
"You honestly ask for it, wife."
"Oh beloved, I'm sure it would be
rather scorching when I'm in the mood
to whip you up a few stories."
"My love. Fat. Chance. And the truth is, I tend to dominate."
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