Memoirs
Memoirs

Memoirs

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Not all memories are good. And as much as mine were causing me pain, as much as my heart was bleeding, I liked them, and I didn't want that feeling to go away. People always tell us not to cry when we see the end of good times, but to smile because they were there. I, in a way, smile for their existence, and at the same time, I suffer because they no longer exist.
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