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In My Minds Eye, It’s Always Raining

Silence is my own worst enemy; that’s when the memories return, and I my mind’s eye, it’s always raining. Nostalgia is my muse, my worst critic, my heartbreak, and my toxic addiction, faded memories softly spoken with bated breath. My life flashes before my eyes on a regular basis, much like the home movies I never had, but always wanted.

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