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forgotten
I like forgetting the things I write, being a stranger to my own thoughts. Venturing into uncharted land where my own words are my only guides. Like watching the world through someone else's eyes, I get a glimpse into my past, the moments I so eagerly desired to preserve. Its wonderful to know what a moment did to you, how powerful the emotions were to the point that a side of you surfaced and saw the light, a part of you so intimate and unknown but at that moment it saw the light. Maybe at that moment, you were truly free.
