I’ll try to describe it, but I think it’s only for me

Isn't life beautiful in the way that we have so many intimate moments with ourselves? Where no-one else is capable of knowing or understanding? A compilation of calendar years that won't settle to arrange themselves in an agenda. Like when I finally cried, and it was silent and warm. I loved that drive, past the …

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