pictures. That's all i have. Pictures and stories. I don't remember you. It'll be four years this year. Four years and i can't remember a thing. I've forgotten your voice, I know your face from pictures. I don't remember it then. Apparently it wasn't good then. I've blocked it out. I don't recall what was happening. I just collected it all up and locked it away, along with my memories of you.
sorry this is a bit deep init. oof. i hope someone can relate or take something from this