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yesterday my life was empty. but i didn't really feel the hunger anymore. it'd been so long.
but memories they don't always stay in the attic where you've stored them. and the people that once filled you up, they can reappear and remind you of how good it used to feel when they did.
i'm not always right. not always wrong. but i was always honest and much too soft.
i can't take what i once felt and whittle it that thin. it's either the big stick that we wave together, or if left to my own devices, i'll end up beating myself with it.
glancing back. memory lies. what you then saw as forest. only barren limbs. it was all right, but now again, it isn't.