Memories
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- Parts 5
Ongoing17m
Last published Fri, Dec 26, 2014
When some one hears the words "I remember", where does it take you? How does it make you feel? I know those words ring in my ears always and as strong as the stone that sits on the beach stopping the water from reaching further. Remembering is hard to do, especially when all you want to do is forget.
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