Her nature, so credulous, so desperately trusting, preventing her from grasping that the better side of what is equivocal is intangible, though not due to any fault of her own.
She wants to believe so she can live in that fantastical little world where wrong is right.
But now she knows it’s not real.
It’s too late, regression is no longer an option.
Going back is suicide.
I wrote that over a month ago..maybe?
I'm sorry if I struggled to write coherently, I don't think, I just type whatever my mind decides to spill out.
Love Lisa.
I forgot to add, as I was writing the above paragraph, the only way I can read it in my head is in a this weird old Elizabethean..Victorian..something british accent, you feel it? (or probably not)
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