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Joe’s monologue

Every now and again I find myself searching for your face in a crowd.

“snap out of it” I tell myself

“You have places to be and people to meet”

So I go on,

satisfied that I no longer have to analyze our twisted love story.

Then we meet again.

Always In that place where time doesn’t exist.

But you’re never quite who you are in my dreams and loving me seems to be nightmare for you.

Yet every night I smell scents of your perfume in the wind.

Either you’re elusive or I’m delusional.

Blinded by deception or hiding my obsession.

With ever scar I feel a little more alive.

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Lifestyle

Drive

Life is most beautiful in the beginning

hold onto the moments that have no ending

Reflect on the past but pay attention

Or you’ll get lost in a gray dimension

Look forward to the future but never forget

The present is something you shouldn’t neglect

Most ideas are influenced by our idols

Too much love makes us suicidal

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