The whole thing about needing my key was about a past life. World War Two. After I died I came to your body and was confused because of the fog of war. I remember looking for my key to get in the apartment but was unable to find it or touch it. I need you so much. We are both carrying each other because of world war two in a big fucking way, its way more than that but this is the big reason (besides this life) why we need each other, crave each other and always think about each other. I need you more and more each second also. I love you so much. I miss my divine creator wife.
"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."
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