memories for sale. three for a dollar. All the remnants and residues, treasured artifacts of a love slipping away, yet breathing, standing before me with her hair parted softly. A mere few feet are uncrossable galaxies. With every breath i expect you to exhale syllables of repentance, of teary eyed union. But you have become a soldier marching to a
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It appears that you have known agony, but you need to overcome it. Things can only get better ((I know I'm of no help in terms of talking to people on an emotional level))
Your writing is simply amazing, and I admire it. I like your vocabulary, emotion and thought behind your words; pretty much everything.
Sorry for the random comment lol
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