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Memories

Fearless I throw myself at the thorns of my past.
The rush when I dodge the bullets is intoxicating, addicting, so fucking stupid.

Yet, why should the fears of my past hinder the pleasures of my future? We're not enemies anymore, you and I. What's left is a mirror image of a lost memory, as my gaze meets your eye.




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Publicerad 2013-11-10 19:05



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