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[mikey451]

this morning i looked in an old tin for a smell i knew i would find. first taking in the sensation of the colored lines on its lid, i peeled it open and waited to feel the time wherein the scent of its contents was such a part of my life, but there was only this anonymous nostalgia; long winded drear, a back-number recollection so freshly on the

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[bloodyangst]

Heavy stuff.

[mikey451]

maybe like three days ago.