On Forgetting

[daysinbetween]

Everyone is moving on or away, I don't suppose there's much difference really . As the years melt together in memory, people's faces are lost in a stroke of midsummer evening sunbeams that haunt my thoughts and transpire people into memories and from memories into ghosts

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[withorwithoutme]

i half wish i was strong enough to cry in front of you again. i know i need to.