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Memories

It's like your memories, our memories are burnt into my brain...whether or not how hard I try to bury them... they just keep surfacing back...sometimes in form a unburnt ash or sometimes in form a ugly burnt scar..what do I have to do to be totally free from you...it's not like the time I spent with you was all bad...but it's the good memories that's what's hurts the most...taking me back to you...my love for you...which I am sure no longer...but somehow it's still there...like a muscle memory wherein your brain doesn't remember it but your muscle do....same way I no longer feel my love for you but somehow my heart still do....

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