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[itsnotwrecked]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how quickly the first eighteen years of my life have passed by. And how all I have to show for it is a scar or two I have acquired on my body or a drawing or painting I did at a certain age. My memories of the past diminish and my future feels more repetitious with each setting sun. I'm not certain what happens

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[rita_meter_maid]

i remember reading this post a while ago and not commenting because you'd said it all already, and perfectly and there were just no words. no words.
but now i have words.
and the words are:

i am deeply, deeply sorry i made you see Nacho Libre.
deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeply.
please forgive me.