I.
Every place remembers.
Some memories never fade.
Others slowly drift away.
Time keeps moving.
But memories find a way back.
—
I.
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Memories are beautiful.
Sometimes they wound,
sometimes they carry hope.
Yet one without a past has no future —
and one who lives only in memory
is merely dreaming.
Wake up. Live your life.
Let go of yesterday.
Life is as beautiful as your eyes.