At the end of a Sunday

Those who would mock love are done in by love. I don’t remember where I got that line from…

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The bits and pieces of tiny memories will not complete the picture, they should be locked away and not be opened. It is painful to do that and some will come to me unbidden and I hate it when that happens.

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I thought I’m okay with how things are going right now, but at this moment, I wish I’m somewhere else.

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