I make up a story.
And I live in my story. It's what I am always doing.
Pain doesn't even hurt. Smiles come and STAY.
(That's a lie.)
But, I mark the route.
I become Moses.
I relax forever, I make forever pass in a moment.
(God makes forever pass in a moment and
He makes a moment pass in forever.)
You know, my stories, are harmless. For everyone.
They're my business. But, I care about others in my stories.
That's why others want to be in them.
Well, my stories pass out. They always do.
But, I behave differently.
What do I do?
...
(To be continued.)

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