For as long I can remember, I have always shied away from taking pictures; of others, and even more of myself. This can be a curse because it could be quite pleasurable to watch old movies or photos of past events that occupy a special place in one’s heart. But when it comes to -her- I’m grateful I don’t have many of those. Wrestling with -memories- of her plaguing my haunted soul is already more than I can bear.
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