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The result of Memories

It’s not too late, it’s almost eight, and I'm trying to appreciate the shift of this weight in my mind that’s tightly intertwined with memories that should have been left behind. One hour of happiness, followed by 23 hours of stress, to care less, I would be blessed, but I'm well dressed and he's staring at my breasts, and I have this fear that I'm about to go into cardiac arrest. Unimpressed, distressed, tight chest, but most of all I must confess, I'm just immensely depressed.

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