A cascade she started.

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She had other thoughts, but it created a reaction.  She isn't a believer.


I don't need her belief.  I'll create what of that I need, can afford.  If love were to have happened.  But what is, was, is and was even if it wasn't.

Whoever she is.  That's all I know.

I was made to die.  Unsuccessful.  Shamed.


My first was succesful.


Neither of us exist.  Not has beens, never was'es.  The universe won't let it be otherwise.  Only God could undo that?  Maybe.

I'd rather ghost peppers.  ymmv

Scars are disappearing again.  I must be getting better still.

Tired as the devil, but thinking on it, I needed vast amounts of sleep to heal.

Second thoughts, even if just a fantasy?  Dunno.  Suspect.

And yet...  women are so psychologically claustrophobic!  Ugh.

Not all second thoughts.  Odd, women.
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Yea, one from me, for... a return on your efforts.  Belief isn't necessary.

Not what she wanted, or I.  But being a real never was going to happen, so I can paint as I like.  Adding, actually, a strange kind of innocence to it.