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Jan 2017
I love it to the point I hate it. I hate how it's making me feel things that I've buried and reminding me of myself. I hate how my mouth is curving at the same time my eyes water and my mind takes a trip across the span of my lifetime and reintroduces itself to every person it ever knew.

I hate how it reminds me of you.
Inkveined
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Inkveined  F/Within my words
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