Once, There's A Memory That Fades

Once, There's A Memory That Fades

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 4, 2023
When the words disappear, love is all we can bear. When the moments fade, memories are what we hold. But what if the memories was the one who disappear? The moments that faded, now, what will we hold? An actress, Blue had been in a traumatic incident that left her with the diagnosis; post-traumatic amnesia, for four years of searching and finding her missing pieces, she encountered a family and slowly uncovering and opening the door of her memories....or was it? Will she replace her two-year fame and career over the unsure feelings? Or will she kept and stay her will and wants unsaid?
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