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  • I cried a little before I went to sleep that night, missing my almost forgotten memories. Sometimes I feel my brain shifting, changing under the pressures I’ve put it through, trying to adhere to the initial blueprint my parents created for me, but bending under the thumbprints of so many others. Some days I sweep life under the rug and live; that was my favorite quote, ‘“We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.”
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