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all good things are wild and free.

C A X * S: 0158hrs with all good comes a lil bad

I feel exactly the same

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I question our gift of memory sometimes. Rather than serve a purpose, more often than not it cripples us…giving us a limitation to the love we feel, the trust we give.
Though providing us solace in worst times, it creates a haunting closet hankering to open just to remind us of th not so rosy. To remind me what once was…… I wish memory serves me well however. Ahh. The way my heart sings, th way my heart cries. I’m always a foolish lover. Always a little girl. The littlest things bugs so badly…. Goodnight.

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Sometimes I wonder if I will ever find myself.

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It’s okay. We’ve all been through the heartaches and survived anyway.