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Memories. upon anything, it becomes everything. we keep the good ones for hope we get the bad ones chain to our skin & bones we force ourselves to forget, yet we want to remember everything and anything we cant change it. not anymore. neither escape from it. ... it becomes who we are.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
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Memories. upon anything, it becomes everything. we keep the good ones for hope we get the bad ones chain to our skin & bones we force ourselves to forget, yet we want to remember everything and anything we cant change it. not anymore. neither escape from it. ... it becomes who we are.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
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