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2003-12-10 @ 9:22 p.m.
memory loss

I wonder when I learned that I could be happy again...

People forced me out of my prison.

And the light,

Burned my eyes,

Burned my skin.

You cradled me in your arms, and waited for the burns to heal.

I will always love you for that.

Even when you shoved me back into my prison.




Scratch the wall || 0 scratches on the wall.

fade away - materialize