It's little known fact
that I hold on to my past- never letting go, because memories are what make us, people.
We have souls and hearts and memories- minds winding, twisting, indifference.
Memories, lovely beautiful memories.
Trickling down the pages of my book- your chapter has started, and with each word placed on a page, is another word closer to making you a memory.
Lovely memories...
Fading... jaded.
It's OK to let them fade... I keep telling myself. It's OK.
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