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•Made of Memories•

I am made of memories.

Whether happy or sad,

Scary or calm.

Whatever memories I made with others,

Those memories represent me.

They make me.

They molded me into who I am now,
They are proof that what happened, did happen.

One may think a memory may just be a memory.
But getting hit by them is at the most gratifying yet painful thing to experience.

Gratifying because you can see your moments happen all over again.
Painful because what you had back then is now gone.

I am made of memories.

Memories that make me and who I am to be.

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