I remember a lot of things. I remember when being a teenager was both awful and lovely. When everything mattered and it was exhausting and exciting. Everyone was love-struck, soul-stroking through the hallways. When everything you did meant something. When we were static with energy. Back when I thought that energy meant we could be anything. I remember at the bend of a wrist everything was wild and romantic. When we were lit up like cities arm in arm, when we hid in the shadow beams fascinated...
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When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed.There were pieces of me all over the tidy tan tiles. ghd glätteisen He kept talking,telling me why he was leaving,explaining it was for the best,I could do better,it was his fault and not mine.I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune;perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.He left and I tried to get on with my life.I filled the kettle and put it on to boil,I took out my old red mug and...
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