Hypocritically poetic & poetically hypocritical. Look, I'm young and I have the world at my spine, but my spine in a suitcase. I'm still pursuing to be.
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If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
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