Page 1, I am in no place for this.

This pleases and displeases me.

I believe I have a disease.

More like a disorder.

I see one person, I get to know them and begin to imagine.

I over think.

I fabricate who this person is, I make them deeper, stronger and more unique than they are.

Then one day the real person peeks out from behind the easel and I realize what I was painting all along.

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