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Memories are a bitch sometimes..


Buried memories of yester year race through my head as I gaze upon the photo in my hand. Pain resonates deep in my chest, the breathe in my lungs is taken from me as I struggle to discover the inner calm. The image replaced by words in red, as if painted upon it that only I can see. Pathetic. Weak. Alone.

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