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How can my pillow still smell of you? How do my lips remember yours as if they were my own? Memories that don't exist torment me day after day, night after night.
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Confabulation
How can my pillow still smell of you? How do my lips remember yours as if they were my own? Memories that don't exist torment me day after day, night after night.
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mitch-prax
32/M/Australian
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
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