I cling to the days of the past; memories, vignettes, snippets of emotions.
A tug of war between focussing on the present and revelling in what has passed.
It's time to make new memories, because the same old stories are starting to bore me.
No matter how many times I look back on it, I see the same girl.
Same, because I can't pinpoint the exact moment I started building walls around myself.
Feels like it's always been like this. Thing is, I can't remember why.
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