Sometimes I hear traces of stories of lives I'm no longer a part of, and I have to stop and assuage the sudden ache in my chest. I don't mean about particular people; just the lives they lead. remember when takes me over, just occasionally. like tonight. remember constant adoration from that group of people, remember playing music in the city,
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