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They haunt you for weeks, the forgotten and buried memories - the ones that have been so heavily branded in to your brain that you swore you would never forget, the promises and lies that were never meant to be kept. You’re not the same girl you once were, you aren’t sure if you ever really were that girl, hidden behind the curtain of gold. You aren’t sure if you were ever really anything, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Both girls are dead, buried. Not quite real enough to remember.
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When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire
Your dreams, and you realize now that’s all they were, have left you disappointed, stumbling for footing when carefully laid foundations have crumbled underneath your feet. So you don’t plan anymore. Instead you sit in your backyard and read Camus and Vonnegut while the sun warms your skin and lately you spend more time in libraries and museums than you do in bars.
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