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Monday, August 13, 2012 2:37:00 AM


This picture is exactly how it was. Almost too coincidentally similiar, like I was meant to chance upon it. Or maybe I'm just over-thinking things, reading too much into it. Because lately, as I drift into temporary death, I'm reminded of that night, all the things we said, did. Was it just out of impulse? Was it supposed to be one of those little mistakes that we should not take seriously? Was it as important to you as it it to me? Do you think about it as often as I do? Do you even think about it at all?