i've become that person. the one i feared i would become, years ago.
i need a me, for me. the one i wish i had had, years ago.
now what?
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"we photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds" (kafka)
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i read your posts; i close my eyes, let the sounds of your words fall, and i see you... as a heartbreakingly beautiful broken doll...
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