This still informs my taste in men.
This reminds me of when I had a great deal in front of me.
This reminds me of that old picket fence strangled by poison ivy.
This reminds me of when the world was seemingly my shellfish...
This made me feel like something big was going to happen.
This still informs my sense of fashion.
This is still how I stand in front of the mirror.
This is how I thought life would turn out.
Im not bitter that it didnt.
I just wish I could find something that lied to me like that again.
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