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Flashbacks are getting fewer as my life starts to resemble a line: predictable and seemingly without a destination.
But occasional flashbacks still occur and a sense of déjà vu came as I was listening to this Chinese ballad with lots of strings on the train.
It wasn't of a particular event but more of the distant familiarity of walking w someone in a nondescript multistorey carpark. As I travel to work alone, it gives slight contentment in relieving a time when I had had a shared destination w someone.
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