When I look back and think on it, I don’t know if I am being honest. After all, doesn’t everyones past look fisheyed and slow-motion? Even if you happened to be in front of me, which you aren’t, cant, and choose not to be, I feel as though my hand would reach through you; you are a piece of my ghost.
By this,and I feel like I have to explain,
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