Thoughts and memories can instantly turn bitter, leaving that lasting residue in your mouth of regret and pain. I wear my heart on my sleeve, to echo the cliche that clogs our world. One look at my face and you generally will know exactly what I am thinking.
Where was I one year ago? Two years ago?
A very different place than where I am now, far away, hidden in the shades of a life that I would soon like to forget, but a life I am destined to live with merely because that's how life is.
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