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Laura sees magic everywhere.

In every leaf, branch, bush and tree.

And in steel gray lakes.

Cities are like great stones.

And she would like to be unknown.

She used to be a chain smoker, once.

She has always been some kind of an addict.

She.

A wish upon a star tears her brains open.

Some music makes her mad.

She hurts inside.

And then comes peace, with the slightest hint of feeling, almost resembling happiness.
Like waves flushing over a corpse. Soothing.

He is beautiful.

No one knows what she is thinking.

Drums.

Beating.

Once I rode a whale in my dreams. It was huge.

She is incomprehensible and stuff.

It was weird. Like that time when her hair grew burning rainbows.

And carrots.

And you can't see me when I'm dead.

You see, I'm invisible.

That's why.

Actually...

Who is she ?

And who am I again ?

You see, these kind of things may have been long forgotten...