twenty-five.

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Dear paper,

I figured, paper, that some memories are so strange. At first, when you’re making these memories, you are very happy. And then later, you remember them and you smile. But then when you lose that person you had memories with, those memories come back and stab you in the back, staying in your head, haunting you and bringing you nothing but pain.

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