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wide awake. insomnia i guess.

i have this habit of recalling our so called our memories every now and then. random songs appear in my mind. every single thing seems to just flashback in split seconds. weird dreams. that i hope never to come true. its all way too weird. what will happen in the months to come. bittersweet. what can i do. nothing.

i guess a part of me is still thinking about u.







i guess there's no such thing as forgetting. twoeight.