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living memories /   16.12.18

picture perfect postcards
and photo frames
that are cracking at
their seams.

people walking
down trash littered hallways,
filled full of memories
that aren't make believe.

there's no once upon a time
bullshit with me.
my happy stories,
past things that come
back to be seen
aren't of a complete family.

but she was constant
and I miss what she
was to me.
I can't have her back
but I love her more than
anyone.

I guess what once
was mine is now free.
but can't I join her?
I just want to be happy.

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