Dear Journal,
What has happened to me? I'm thinking and thinking about possibilities. I've always been a deep thinker, and now I'm ruminating on the possibilities of love.
I love, I do, I truly love and I want to only love, operating from a heart and mind imbued with love. There is only love and life; hatred and death are fallacies.
I love Buo the most and I love my life and my dreams.
I'm happy, but reality beckons and to it I must surrender.
Love,
Me.
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