Sometimes I wish my mind wouldn't be selective of the information I can remember. Because I can't even remember what you said back then, but I remember how I cry myself to sleep, and I remember how it took months before I got back to my feet again.
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
