My psychological force of nature
I dreamt you were kind
of sound mind, you spoke softly
illusions move me
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Categories: photography, poetry, Psychology, Travel
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psychologistmimi 
This feels very personal and intimate, as if you are again speaking of a specific egotistical toxic man. When I dream about this type of individual, like my former boss The Twit, I can never dream about him being kind. Maybe that’s because after he gave me a major dressing down, he told me to have a good birthday. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.
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