how it goes
09.07.02back&
forth
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the sunset looked different. everything i/d held in/let out. Bittersweet [azucar.amargo] late night wind rushing the words, later night calm feet shoulder width apart he told me not to forget as if i could would silly kid i called last week. listening to photobooth, remembering how i left myself a voice message of that song and on a sad day, I sat on the bench outside the auditorium and listened to it and poured tears into my notebooks. everything seems far away
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