day to day i reminisce on the times when:
"guys liked me..."
"i had black hair..."
"i had so many friends..."
"i drank every weekend..."
i get so emotional when i talk about when times are good
as if my life isn't great anymore.
[continuing to read this, please know, im happy, i am.]
however,
i've relized i don't have an image anymore
i don't
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