5 / 365 Sarah
A past love whose being is imaginable only in dreams: our waking lives are far to corrupt for such moments. So chaste she needed to be encouraged into sin. St. Peter won’t acknowledge her sins in the end. I don’t.
So many people have come and gone, run through my life like cards in a poker game. Some cards come around again, while others seems to never appear again.
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