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Friday, December 4, 2015

portrait of city


I came to remember that past memories are unforgettable. 

You remember stuff, like its written on your palms. 

Sure, its wrong sometimes. 

So you take a photo. 


You look back and see what you've taken. 
Like you take it all like its all yours. 
Sure, it's your life, it's yours. 
Your picture that is. 



Life is too bright sometimes for anyone or me. 
It's like looking in to the sun at night. 
You can't figure it out all the time. 
Take a picture, look later. 

;)

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