Things in my head

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Memories are such a precious thing.
I want to hole them close and hoard them like a dragon with its treasure. Protect and cherish every second of them I have.
But they're slipping and fading from my hands. Everyday I feel more and more alone form the holes they leave behind and it makes my soul ache to its very depts.
I want to remember so many things. I want to remember all of it.
But its leaving me, and I'm powerless to stop it.

15/2/22