"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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everywhere i go, everyone's abuzz with words about it. "do you know? do you know?" they ask, eyes sparkling with excitement. i smile back quietly, but in my mind i'm thinking. of course i do.

all these years, i've been clutching my little bag of memories tightly, protecting it with my whole heart. yet no matter how hard i try, people still managed to tear it away from my arms and trample all over it, leaving their filthy footprints behind.

to them, it is just a fad; to me, it is a part of my past. do they know?