I am not a beautiful kind of sad, though I used to be, I think.
"Masters Thesis" by Peter Kispert

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I am not a beautiful kind of sad, though I used to be, I think.
"Masters Thesis" by Peter Kispert
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Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am
“I have manipulated everyone who has ever fallen in love with me to fall in love with me and that either makes me a very good liar or a very unlovable human being.”
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They were finally alone, again.
Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am
It feels heavy, the memory of it. I remind myself—that's because it is.
Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am
I'm more present in that memory now than I am even here.
Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am
Who knew what of him? How many hims existed out there, in others' minds? In his?
Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am
He often found himself . . . tending to his ever-evolving image, the mirage of himself growing fainter and fainter before disappearing entirely.
Peter Kispert, from I Know You Know Who I Am