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Could this have been so easy? The door squeaked open, and in there was a light not even the high heavens could make not of. Something was still off, but you can ignore that now. You can finally stop running, you can finally smile truly once again. You can finally touch parts of yourself you've not touched before. This is your heaven, my heaven. This is our heaven. This is the one place you will never be judged. This is the place where you can judge me. Whatever you may be, you are home.

Links-It is a well-known fact that I spend over 70% of my waking day online, so it is only well, that whomever is reading this should see what interests me.

Poetry - An again, you wish to see my heart? This is my heart in text format. This is where I bleed most honestly. Where I touch parts of myself you can only dream of touching. Minus, of course, my little lovely extremities.

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