Fuck Your Feeling, What’s Your Damage?

a summer of dizziness, confusion, melancholy, and in-between in all, a quick-burning romance that would sizzle for years to come. That building was torn down that summer, and I’m still searching for some kind of distant, resonant metaphor.

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