Somedays everything is so fuzzy.
I struggle with my very own memories.
I try to pull them from the back of my brain.
Life has caused the majority of them to be hidden in the darkness of times past.
The sludge of change has buried them beyond reach.
Typically they only surface for a few, rare triggers.
Random moments in the present that return small incidents of joy or pain for a few fleeting moments.
Most days I almost wish I could just forget.
I wish my cherished memories didn't weep like this.
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