Pages of my life—archived and new!
It is like an old family album and the stories behind every pose, every smirk and every true grin.
It is also like opening a new book, smelling of crispy paper.
This had to happen. But why did I let it be?
Maybe because Hope is never archived.
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ohh baby...I like this...
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