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My childhood friends are frozen in time. I still wonder about the first dates that never got a second. My mind is haunted by the inside jokes that can never again see the sun.
My childhood friends are frozen in time. I still wonder about the first dates that never got a second. My mind is haunted by the inside jokes that can never again see the sun.
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What if it meant losing yourself?
Many have opined on the central theme of The Tortured Poets Department. Some say it's longing. Others say it's grief.
But what if it's actually self-destruction?
Let me explain. A 🧵:
What if it meant losing yourself?
Many have opined on the central theme of The Tortured Poets Department. Some say it's longing. Others say it's grief.
But what if it's actually self-destruction?
Let me explain. A 🧵: