i guess it's just this time of year.. coming home.. cleaning my room. there are too many things to remember, and since i wont let myself remember them most of the time, when i DO let myself, they all rush at me too quickly to decipher any of them, not even as broken promises, let-downs, imperfections that were ignored [there were]. sometimes i
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