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Sep 2014
I think if someone would tell me to
stop
romanticising the past,
my mind would finally find a moment
to breathe and heave.

I'm sure he's not how I remember him.
I'm sure he's never been that amazing in his life.
I know this and still.
That's how I remember him.
Marie-Niege
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Marie-Niege
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