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Do you ever get over the ones that ‘got away’?

How often do we randomly get hit by an old memory of a person who is no longer in our lives? How often do you hear a random tune, see an overly specific color, read a poetry line or smell…

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It's one big tragedy, for- This monochromic rose that grows in my garden, I could only care for the thorns, For I couldn't touch the petals, It'll be shredded ; Nor could I smell it ; Too damaged to feel…