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13 June 2009 9:34 PM
The necessary about turn

I've come to realise something. After reading yours I've come to realise, how I've made a mistake.

That memories are not meant to fade, but they will be put away, packed as archives as the days go by. Forgotten, unheard of, hidden in the deepest corners at the back of your mind, steadily vulnerable, occasionally triggered by events and actions and dates and places and people.

And yes, memories do push us on. Memories are the things that make us strive, make us stall if we don't handle with care. For some, memories are the stepping stones, the reasons that we continue living.


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