I was stalking M again... Psych Furs came on the radio... they'll always be her band, she made me a mix tape many moons ago, now lost to time from who knows when.
I adopted her way of handwriting the letter A from a letter she wrote me from when I was a teen...
fuck my heart aches for a time long gone... and my inability to get over her... but I feel it's more of a moment that I'm trapped... anchored to.
don't let the past be an anchor...
but why does life seem that's all it is.. how many stories have I read about the lament of the old for the wasting... bad choices of youth.. the shoulda woulda coulda's...
too too too too too too too many regrets... but that's what makes for character development..
the emptiness of life.. the wasted opportunities.. ignorance and hormones.. these tears do not satiate my anguish...
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