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4:46 am sitting in this sweltering hot room that reeks of cat piss, reminiscing about lost loves from many years past and listening to the Violent Femmes, the perfect soundtrack for teen angst and memories there of. Where does all that time go? I remember things on three different time lines, childhood memories get stuck into folders marked with which shitty little South Michigan apartment we were living in. Teens and twenties are divided by the many boyfriends, serious and casual. Adulthood is before Chris (my stepfather) died and after. So many boys and men that I thought my world revolved around. They really meant nothing. In the scheme of things. Not even in my sad little world! A few that I still look back fondly on. One that still makes my heart flutter when I think of him. Now married to a wonderful man. Sitting in this hot, smelly little room with the sweat running down the back of my neck, wondering where all that old love goes when it dies.
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