May 2013
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My heart hurts while reminiscing about an old love. I’m stuck with what seems like an old film burning off the reel by way of white light. Happy moments, passionate moments, all becoming blurred, warped, distorted— vibrant almost until it bubbles and breaks. All the conversations, moans, tears, touch, love, friendship just become regret. Words just spill out thinking about it all. I...
I should probably sleep. goodnight nobody.
