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old wounds that never healed completely, just scabbed over.
someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful.

reminiscing.

looking through old pictures, it’s amazing how at one point in out lives we’ll be extremely close with someone and then later they’ll become a complete stranger. you’ll pass by them without a word. without a single acknowledging look. these people, who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, your desires, your dreams, your past, is now walking right past you, seeing right through you.

relevant, huh? thought so.