In February, I thought I was speaking with quite literally the man of my dreams. The one I keep having dreams about as if by “a sending.”
I was ecstatically happy and felt at first supported, which inspired me to create a variety of songs as our comraderie comported.
But then, having found out that “his” side was a lie, I feel deflated, disuaded…I cannot even cry.
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