Remembering your own aches
The graveyard of broken cassettes
It was always the end of the world
Unconfined angst you won’t forget
Dreams & passions ill proportioned
All lost in a looping mixtape
Those days will forever be with us
For they were the days when we were shaped
Captain Q 
Mix tapes! Haven’t thought of those in years. Beautifully penned Captain.
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Thank you! I miss simple expressions of affection like this.
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Oh me too!
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I miss mixing those tapes. To receive one was like love. 💜
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Exactly! And you cannot replace them with digital files.
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