viii. THE ART OF MOVING ON.
my memory of you is deteriorating. pictures of you are burnt around the frame. i am forgetting the feeling you once caused in the middle of my chest. it is healing and painful all at once.
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viii. the art of moving on.
viii. THE ART OF MOVING ON.
my memory of you is deteriorating. pictures of you are burnt around the frame. i am forgetting the feeling you once caused in the middle of my chest. it is healing and painful all at once.