You don't have to believe in my dreams. You just have to believe in me.
Thursday, March 29
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Where do people go to when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon?
And the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty make you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will that make me something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?”

And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be.


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