For the past few years, I had found myself in recurring flashbacks of the past.
Conversations between old friends stir up some old stories of my bad behaviour. It was nothing like a heist or teenage vengeance. It was more of a stretch of events that sums up my school's life.
They swear I would have become a bandit if I hadn't skip Grade 4.
Meh I miss kicking people's body parts. Pretty sure they miss my kicks too. Haa (_______)
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and I thought I'm the only one haunted with these flashbacks...
never the words anymore, but how it feels *sigh*
Yup.
Nothing beats those damn flashback.
I wouldn't bother in staying while the scenes play if I still have what the girl I'm watching has.
Damn memory.
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