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Jun 2015
I'm staying at my grandfathers tonight.
I remember very vividly the last time I stayed in this room.
And like always.
Like everything else in my life.
It's a memory connected to you.
There's no where I can go.
No song I can hear.
No movie I can watch.
No single person I can talk to...
With out there being a memory of you.
My world was once your world.
Now... Everything's connected to you.
Beth Decisions
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Beth Decisions
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   keaoss and Cecil Miller
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