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November 28, 2015
We used to race each other running up that hill. At the top, we hurt our lungs more by laughing, not on our volition of course...it just happens. Over time, the it-just-happens came less and less until they became never-happens-anymores. I can see the hill from oour bedroom window and it's a reminder of what we used to be and what we will never become again. I can't get a grasp of what we are now, we smile but there's no warmth. it's like we're always in the midst of building back up and dissolving.