My thots are merely shadows of my fuct up and complicated feelings. Darker, emptier, simpler. I love to cut open my brain and run my fingers through the pages of my conscience. When I go to check on the people I use to be that I've captured in the records I contain in my head I see all the things that have changed. The things that have disappeared
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i love your reflections, you have such a wonderful way with words.
xx
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i hope you have an amazing chrissy too, as well as a great new year :)
hopefully ill see something from you soon
take care
xx
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