They creep up when I least expect it, the hurt haunts me silently as the day passes leaving me with goosebumps and mourning of a person that doesn’t exist, a person I don’t know, in return whom no longer knows anything about me anymore.
Memory is a Bitch.
Demetra Demi Gregorakis

Thank you for putting into words, what I’ve never been able to say.

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