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i'm lost in a maze of gyri and sulci tiptoeing over memories triggering reflexes still out of my control over an irreparable foundation what is the use in trying to piece scraps together when the final product is no work of art but an unpalatable ********** of a thing that once was called love
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
emotional purgatory
i'm lost in a maze of gyri and sulci tiptoeing over memories triggering reflexes still out of my control over an irreparable foundation what is the use in trying to piece scraps together when the final product is no work of art but an unpalatable ********** of a thing that once was called love
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
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