Apr 2013
the pages of my memory are
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from my spine.
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from my spine.
Jasper tells me stories of us from only a few months ago and I have little recollection of them. I know that amazing things happened, for I have photographs, letters, and notes to remind me, but if I don't look at them I forget so easily.
It's lovely when he tells me but I wish that I could remember. My memory is failing me at sixteen.
It's lovely when he tells me but I wish that I could remember. My memory is failing me at sixteen.
