isn't it weird that every version of you probably exists still somewhere in someone's memory? the messy you crying on the floor exists still. the happy and sunsoaked you exists in your best friend's memory. no part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden
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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬
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