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“…don’t believe your friends when they ask you to be sincere with...”
– Albert Camus
Apr 26th
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I drove home from nowhere, to the sound of static on the radio. Along the way I lost myself; I don’t think I made it there alive. * Half a smile falls from your lips. Forgotten feelings, my only solace; your unspoken words touching my ears. Will you ever remember me? * I met my ghost yesterday, but he walked on by without a word. He didn’t recognise me. I’ll meet my ghost...
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…and I win.
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