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| dancing in flight |
for i mean no disrespect. the past is behind me, and as a result, the names and faces, all the reminders of the far reaching damage done, are quietly and carefully guarded inside the darkness of the memory keepers' treasure boxes. you have the key, but to you they just look like the emptiness of a long lost friend. the past few days have healed open wounds quite nicely, and i will be forever grateful for your bravery. but i now am begging you: please leave my boxes alone. though this place won't offer a personal message, it is slightly better than two soup cans tied by a string for sending off well wishes to and from the north pole. now is the time to tell a new story. |
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