Maybe, if we all smiled.

It's Mitch here. 18. I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past,a brushstroke of colour on the gray, barren canvas that our lives had become. And for all the lovely people in my life, this is for you - thepeoplewhokeepmegoing.tumblr.com

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