set fire to my soul

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there are times my impeccable memory is a blessing but it is more often than not a curse.

for i remeber the things that should be forgetten

the things that should have been left on those 8am walks

the things that should have stayed in the grey text bubbles

the things that don't matter anymore

but again i am here

and on my mind is the details that stuck in my mind

the moment that you held out yours arms one day because we both needed that hug

the way that you always sat in seat number K

the fact that you had ELA in room 517, 7th period, of 8th grade

the knowlegde that pirates of the caribeian is your favorite movie

you named your dog after will turner

i hate that i know your favorite show is Peaky Blinders

that your eyes change with the weather

that your father is from Philly

and you don't like wearing those glasses but oh they look so perfect on you

then there are times that i think of that make it all worth it,

watching Disney Jr on my couch bc you picked me up early

and talking about icebergs in the middle of a florida summer

and aluminum ant farms

and how could i forget those endless bus rides

two years of my life has stacked up into a lifetime of memories