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Feb 2016
If every time
I close my eyes
It's like...

All of the thoughts and memories I possess
From the very first to the absolute now
Are being played over and over and over

Again...

In fast forward
And they're flashing so quickly
I can't even enjoy them?

*It's like they're not there at all...
The Whisper
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The Whisper  24/M/Los Angeles
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