Memories
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My friend told me that this feels like a tribute. It is a tribute. It's a tribute for my past, for my sweet and sorrow memories. It is a "journal".
This is a little shadow. This is me hiding behind a story; this is me sharing my memories.
It is a piece of my soul that I choose to put out there
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