It comes at certain moments in life, when you look at an old picture or find your old diary picking up dust in a kept away box, frozen in time. You see yourself in these pieces of the past, but that's not you anymore. That's when you realize, you haven't been that oerson for a long time.
It's been years since you last told your parnts how school was, it's been months since you saw your childhood friends, it's been weeks since you were last sober...
And you grieve for the pure soul you killed as you tried to grow up.
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