I think the sadness washed away the beauty in some of my most precious memories.
Made them ugly.
Made them sad.
Changed them into a lie.
Made them real.
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Ugly sorrow
I think the sadness washed away the beauty in some of my most precious memories.
Made them ugly.
Made them sad.
Changed them into a lie.
Made them real.
