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Its a strange sinsation you see, when wakling paths that could never be. I am remembering events that have never been and feeling for people whom may not exist. Months, without lie; i have visited this world when i close my eyes. I feel guilt for liveing a double life so with great hisatation ill confess the storys I find. I will for the sake of sanity concider this world, where i spend more of my time to be the real world at least in my mind.

For the sake of the world i live in and not the parallel I visit. I will use no names of witch can revisit. These are my deamons, my lovers, and friends, enemies, and familys all of witch may not exist.
-Misary and her company: who are never apart visit with shame but also a heavy heart
-california: a girl i use to know time changes all from outside and within
-new york: with raven hair i have never known outside of here but brings me great sin
-arizona: a friend in arms a brother who here wishes me harm
-japan: a misguiding voice tells me his opinion and than says it my choice

The others blur with passing time but nightly ill revisit and remind.