Persona 

I wished upon a star that you might see how brightly you shone. Only to be slapped by the reality that wishing is fantasy. Bu-bu-bu-but, I thought my fantasy was my reality. You were so real, ’twas so spontaneous, so honest and true. The vulnerability I see seems so legit. How come it can’t be true? I’m torn, torn by the uncertainty of events and yet fully believing it. – Anne Lacanaria 

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