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"When I pick my memories apart, I realize that my mind has merely played back the objective ingredients, the cliched apparatus of happiness; the sun, the sound of laughter, ice cream on parched lips, and laughter. My memory often peddles in the falsehood of past happiness. I should know this."

Comments

[___manda]

ally the things in your livejournal always make me cry.

[g4_omez]

mos def