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Parts 15
Time 52m

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"Memory. Memory is nothing you talk about. You can't touch it, and you will never see it. But it is there. It is important. Without memories everything or nothing would change. You'd be lost, and would never find your way home.
Some  people have many memories, some have only few, and some.... have none."All Rights Reserved

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Remember When || Liam Payne by SmileForNiallx

It's not the days that we remember, but it's the moments within those days that are ingrained in our minds. Those moments become treasures in a way. Anyone can walk away, anyone can leave, but the memories never will. They stay forever, the good and the bad. The painful and the cherished. Me? Oh, I don't have any memories, but someone else probably does. To someone else, I'm that person that walked away. I'm the one that left. The memories are still there though. Maybe not in my mind, but in theirs. The tragic part? I don't even know their name.

The Essence of Time (Harry Styles Fanfic) by thechickennoodle

What if you had everything you ever needed. And you lost it all? Would you still love the person who took it all? Or hate them with every ounce of your being? (Editing begun)

Remember Me by Writerandreader17

Remember me when I'm gone. Teen romance Fantasy Hurt/Loss

Stay With Me by BeautifulDisasterN

Everything we overcame would be for nothing. The pain we endure would be for nothing and you know it... Just stay with me, cause you're all I need. Through it all you're the only one keeping me from letting go. If I lose you, I'll lose myself...

Behind The Scene by Yel_lue04

In a person's life, you get to meet a lot of people. The things is... Only few of them can really put a mark on your heart.

Clairvoyant by OMailstories

Just because I'm the only man left standing doesn't make me her man.

Havoc 2 by PEWicks

Nobody in the group knows how to feel after what just happened. All they know, is that they can't survive on their own.

MindsEye (Season 1) by swaggirl702

Ever wondered how much power your brain can hold? These four closet friends learn what they can do with their mind's eye. They unlock and see things they have never been accessed too. Follow their story and see what happens next!

Poems*all kinds* by 18Mystery64

Just because you different it doesn't make you a freak or a weirdo, being different makes you unique and importantly it makes you You. Promises were broken, By words left unspoken, Friendships clasped untied, By truth that are hidden in lies, Years of secret coded memories are taken away, By blood forces that bind yet led me astray.~ Dear friend Read on to find the entire poem. I take requests(because I love challenges) but the poem will still be mine:) I hope you enjoy my poems and these are rightfully mine so please don't steal. Thank you:)

Widowed by a vampire by Reklaw01

I remember, I remember it all. Almost, I can remember everything to the point of 276. From there on, I am still remembering. Death isn't so bad.

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Remember When || Liam Payne cover

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Remember Me cover

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Poems*all kinds* cover

Widowed by a vampire cover

Remember When || Liam Payne

It's not the days that we remember, but it's the moments within those days that are ingrained in our minds. Those moments become treasures in a way. Anyone can walk away, anyone can leave, but the memories never will. They stay forever, the good and the bad. The painful and the cherished. Me? Oh, I don't have any memories, but someone else probably does. To someone else, I'm that person that walked away. I'm the one that left. The memories are still there though. Maybe not in my mind, but in theirs. The tragic part? I don't even know their name.