though i talk a lot, you'll realize that i really don't say much.
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in a few moments, new memories shall be forged and new islands shall be discovered and new things shall be seen, heard, and felt and yet as overwhelming and intoxicating it might seem, i still long for the old - the antiquated, the almost-forgotten, the not-so-fresh yet deeply satisfying smell of the old.
i want my old back. please.
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i feel so stupid and silly doing the things i'm doing. and i know there's a possibility of you getting irritated, cause i know for a fact that your personality would lean to that. but given the circumstances, you really leave me with no other choice.
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