i hate memories sometimes. you see things and they remind you of things you miss. and then you get that feeling. you know what i mean? that feeling in your stomach. the one that fills your whole body with pangs of almost painful warmth...because you realize you can't go back no matter how much you may want to. to right the wrongs. to do what you wanted to do all along but, for one reason or another, didn't. but sometimes, you need memories. even the bad ones. to remind you of who you are.
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