More and more recently i'm finding old memories stirred up. Ones i thought were long forgotten or dealt with. Yet looking back at them properly, the influence they've had... still have... makes you wonder.
Something is telling me to stop picking apart the threads of my life, stop looking for something, stop picking the scabs from the wounds... but there's a freedom in it.
I'm remembering times were i acted in a way i wish i could now. I used to say things i'd never have the balls to say these days. Wonder what changed?
Do this one more time and i'll bite your fucking fingers off!
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