yet it is strange how memories linger even after so much happened...
feeling strange,you will say, if one is honest with his soul...
strange good? strange bad? no... none of these...
there is no good or bad in such matters...
it is just strange...
despite the fact that you moved on
despite the fact that you know you no longer hurt...
you feel strange when such memories wake up...
memories of things powerfull
things meaningfull
things dreamed with open eyes...
things felt with only your soul...
things marking you... in their own way...
things that will always be there...
for some things, cannot be forgotten...







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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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I am so honored
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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