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introduction.

The pinboard in my room is plastered with photographs. People I've met once and people I've known my whole life. People I don’t talk to anymore, and people who I couldn’t go a day without messaging. People I love and, dare I say, people I hate. People I've clung on to so hard while they drifted away and people who clung on to me when I fought to push them away.  Each photograph has a story, from drinks spilt on the ground because we were too champagne drunk and full of joy to keep our glasses upright, to parties which ended in tears and vomit. From days spent listening to the same songs on repeat and singing until our voices were reduced to croaks, to family holidays with forced smiles and tense exchanges.   I could never write an exhaustive list of all the moments and memories contained in my head, no one could. But here is the start, a small attempt to reflect on all the love and pain that's shaped my path. My sincere gratitude to most and a severe fuck you to others.
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