unsettled
And now... all that is left is a vague feeling - a song you knew once but can no longer remember, a poem where the words remain at the tip of your tongue, a face with no name. And only you know; only you were there, heard the song, saw his face and suddenly you wonder... was it ever even real?

2014-01-27
12:47 a.m.
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