I think my pasts are trying to grab me by the wrist and whisper something sweet in my ear. Sweet enough to make me stop and breathe. Sweet enough to make me stay. Sweet enough to pull me in, and take me all the way down those lanes that I always just wondered about.

I just know now..I've left my marks. Scattered all over this place. Deep, and clawing deeper.
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Lately, I can't write. I just sound absurd. Until whenever, of course.