A Bouquet of Bittersweet Memories

[gretch]

As I wander through my cluttered mind, I stumble upon the images of your face, now only a snapshot taken from a distant camera. Your voice, a whisper, barely audible above the clanging of my thoughts and the worries of my conscience. The memory of your smile has been replaced by the occasional glance that you throw my way in the haste of

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[anonymous]

notice how no one responds to your journals? maybe its cause no one gives a fuck what you have to say

[gretch]

Yet you left one...
And you're too much of a coward to actually leave a name. Hmmm...