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Looking back on it all is truly something. Retrospection is different from reminiscing "Why didn't you just kiss him?" "Why didn't you hold him for a little longer?" "Why did you lose yourself along the way?" "Why did it have to squander the soul you used to have?" I can still feel whispers of a memory wading through the abyss. Crowded with others of its kind. Data flowing through a disk, rewritten and overwritten Holding to the hope that those set of neutrons fire again in that pattern. I just want you. And I want myself to be whole once again.










