Memories, a word that has added pain, misery and hopelessness to millions of lives. They were lives that had a purpose of living, a life that would've lasted decades and could've accomplished much.
I felt like those billions of people whose memories have corrupted their minds and now they have nothing in the world to live for. No friends, no family, no nothing. That was me, just one of the millions.
Maybe if she hadn't left, maybe if she hadn't taken my heart with her, that may have changed my life forever; yet, my life was still changed forever because of her, and I'm grateful for that.
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