I suppose this photo stands as a bitter reminder, but I’d like to think not too. I’d like to say that I’ve forgotten you, but truthfully I haven’t. Today–it’s just that–your memory incites a dull feeling in me, one that also causes me to rejoice when I realize that I’m the sole person responsible for my history, and thus my memories, my feelings. Adéu to you my eight year simulation… I thank myself for the lessons learned, and I thank you for disappearing into the nothing from where you almost as quickly appeared.
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