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Acting
Because In those 10-15 minutes of a scene,
I’m not me.
I'm a completely different person, in a completely different world.
A world that doesn’t really exist.
Then reality hits and you wake up from the dream.
The dream that was so real, and so fake.
And you remember who you “really” are…
Or do you.
Feeling Kinda Lost
Tuesday 23rd August 2022 6:33 am
Memories
The most beautiful part about life are memories.
We can feel them, deep inside our hearts.
See them, right in front of our eyes.
But most importantly…
We can relive them, as many times as we want.
- M
Tuesday 23rd August 2022 6:16 am
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