~ TAD ~
I am dreamy, mindless, yet full of thoughts. Full of distraught, anguish, and ghosts of a nonexistent past. I roam the streets alone, pretending to be known. Someday I will be, when I'm fully grown.
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
― Marguerite Duras, from
Hiroshima, Mon Amour
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