Dear diary, I’m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That’s the world we live in, but how can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can`t

Dear diary, I’m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That’s the world we live in, but how can I deny what’s right in front of me? Someone who never grows old, never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can`t

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