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back home 11.26.05 - 2:27 a.m. ![]() sisters:)
being at home, sometimes I feel like the past is slapping me in the face. certain places, certain smells, certain streets, certain cars, certain songs... everything just seems to bring a memory back. sometimes I like it but sometimes I wish the past would just stay there. what's more irksome than remembering too much, though, is not remembering enough. sometimes someone asks me if I remember when this happened, or how we used to do this, or how we always said that... and it kills me because I just don't remember. the things I want to remember, I don't, and the things I don't want to remember, will always be there. break is going by too fast.
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