november and may are always bad months. always.
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when you live in a new place with new people and new experiences, you begin to not recognize yourself. you become a foreign chemical in a familiar bloodstream, clinging to cells, to vessel walls and infecting them, too. you lose your patience, your understanding, your memory but these things don't matter. the only thing that does matter is the feeling of writing love on new skin. the feeling of letting go of something you were clinging on to for so long, you forgot what it was in the first place.
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wake up.