What I Was Doing Before You Happened
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Dec 25, 2017
I honestly don't remember much before you went, but some memories come flashing back. Some hit too hard, they are all too real, too soon, though it has been so long. Others come in softer, as if they are feathers floating on a breeze. They all hurt, but some are beautiful written down.
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