It’s fun how we cling to memories. Simple thoughts of times long past. We cing to the things we can no longer have but yearn to keep. They have a way of clouding our thoughts, shrouding us from the parts that left us with scars on our hearts. Tiny temptations leading us towards what was once safe. Toward what was once happy because its what we constantly seek. Comfort in those we once loved and once cared enough to love us too.
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