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'the crushing power of a tiny momento is something that I've always scorned, yet like stockholm syndrome my life is adorned with them. hung up around this room covered in lint and sweat-stains in places that I'll never look or touch again. waves upon waves of memorabilia, worthless if not for the weight of it on either side of my conscience from decades past, buried in layers like a trifle until a...
Sunday 17th May 2015 10:23 am
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