last night while looking for something in my closet, i came across an old diary. a diary i held between 1995 and 1998. as i rummaged through the pages, several emotions invaded my cloudless mind.
i laughed. a lot.
at the same time, i was confused. sad. amazed. responsive.
capturing time in a bottle would be so sweet.
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i wish i could find my old diaries. had some emotional entries in there i would like to see.
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