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Why.
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June 30, 2008, 01:28:pm
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Why are there so many little reminders of you?
Reminders of what could have been.
Who does everything I see or hear, remind me of you?
Why do you still haunt my dreams?
Why won't you just leave?
Why won't the past just disappear?
And I've promised myself that I shall not shed one more tear for you.
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Time.
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June 30, 2008, 01:27:pm
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Why does time, in this horrible town called Poplar Bluff, seem to stand still?
Same places for the past 20 years.
Same faces day after day.
It seems that the only thing changing is me.
I grow older, get wiser.
But my life hasn't changed in the past 5 years.
Same friends.
Same EVERYTHING.
Even the people here seem to be stuck in a time warp.
Everyone still has mullets for Christ's sake!
Everyone here is so old-fashioned.
Even the houses are old-fashioned.
And then there are things from my past;
Things that seem like they happened yesterday, and it was 3 years ago.
And all of this makes me wonder:
What exactly is time?
And, does my photographic memory, which prevents me from ever forgetting anything that someone said or did, have anything to do with time standing still?
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