Looking back at the memories, happy or sad, it was all taken place there.
Looking through the glass, looking, at all the streets and stores I might see for the last time, looking back at the memories I had there. Sure moving to a new place is cool and all but, it won't be the same. My friends, my favorite restaurant, my favorite place, my home, will all be left behind but I will never forget them. One day I may come back and look back at the memories once more.
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Lily Of The Valley (shortstory/poems)
Short StoryJust a compilation of stories and poems that I made and wanna share
