The memory is like sand on the beach being devoured by the tide. With each ebb and flow of the waves of time, I lose more and more of my past. Alice walking through the door with a bottle of champagne to celebrate my first book deal. Her eyes so full of pride. Her eyes… her eyes… what colour are her eyes?
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god,,,amn,,,,,,,, these bitches happy,,,,,, good for them,,,, good for them,,
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im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains
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