𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥

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Memories






















memories, like wisps of smoke,
drifting in and out of mind,
some are bright and clear as day,
others faded, hard to find.
























































memories of laughter and joy,
of love that felt so true,
of moments that we shared with those,
whom we bid a fond adieu.

































































memories of struggles and pain,
of tears we shed alone,
of hardships that we overcame,
to make our hearts a home.


















































memories of childhood days,
of innocence and wonder,
of dreams that we held in our hearts,
and stories that we spun with thunder.


















































memories, they shape our lives,
in ways we cannot measure,
they're woven into our very souls,
a treasure we'll always treasure.












































Menaces and Monsters

𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 || ᵈᵃʳʸˡ ᵈⁱˣᵒⁿWhere stories live. Discover now