Sometimes, I like to stop in my tracks and mourn the loss I faced when you faded. I listen to the songs you brainwashed me into associating with the highest, falsest hopes; then, I allow myself to bask in the harsh reality that there isn’t always a justifiable reason to stay faithful. I like to read my old journals and soak up the foul-mouthed, facetious, willfully ignorant coping mechanisms hidden between the blue-grey lines. I find a sickening amount of joy in revisiting th

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