I can't stop thinking about things that have happened in my past. What if? Why not? Why did I do this? Why didn't I do that? It is all so confusing... I miss people. I miss times. I love my present, but sometimes the past seems better.
I cant stop. Over and over. Someone in particular. (click this)
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
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