Reflections On My Memories
Memories
It is a door to the past
The good times
The bad times
I would never be able to understand the past
I could never understand how to better my future
The bonds that I hold with others would be shattered
The love that I hold dearly would vanish
Who would you be without your memories of triumph and defeat?
Memories
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