A turtle doll for my birthday two years ago..

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Yet i am still value the things i’ve lost the most..
Because, the things ive lost are still perfect in my head. They never rusted. They never broke.. They are made of the memories i once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day...

They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating.
Only the things i no longer have will always be perfect....

-iwrotethisforyou