I Still Dream of You, You Know

It’s why I’ve not moved on. Still.

Bee

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I can remember the last time I felt this way. It was long ago. And I recall the exact day.

Some nights my past, present, and future catch up to me all at once and leave me a wreck.

That first night at the carnival. Years ago.

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Bee

I write about life, death, and anything I need to get off my chest.