I was looking through some old family photos and most of the times at which the photos were taken i don't remember when or why. It just seems like it was another life. But some times i do remember but just only for a second, other times it seems like the small things are the things we remember most and some times the larger memory's just tend to fade away like people you once knew or places you once were; and for some reason the memory's that you and I think about the most is not the good memory's but the bad. We just cant let them go. As hard as we try it will stay with us always. We can try to block it, we can try to move on. But it engraves its self in our souls. It becomes part of us. It makes us who we are.
Memory's are very, very strange things.....?
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