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To say I've erased every single evidence of you, is a big fat lie. My Instagram's archive would remind me, every year without fail, how you became part of my life that night. A memory I could never delete. Does yours remind you of me too? Because, I'm clinging onto the very last evidence, that you once, happened.
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
There is no going back, but...
To say I've erased every single evidence of you, is a big fat lie. My Instagram's archive would remind me, every year without fail, how you became part of my life that night. A memory I could never delete. Does yours remind you of me too? Because, I'm clinging onto the very last evidence, that you once, happened.
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
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