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ugh, stupid memories, i wish i could just pull them out and no song or smell would ever make them come back again, in some eternal sunshine fashion. it's just an uncomfortable feeling, to listen to those songs on my computer and suddenly be somewhere else, with someone else. i know all the arguments but still they remain constant. autumn leaves and car rides and warm-up hugs and late night adventures and early morning kisses and a city i've never been to and her perfume, and her perfume, and her perfume, and all the other things i miss about them all.