I'm still too young to say for sure, I think. But sometimes the things I've wished most to forget have a way of coming back, even after years.
And then, the things we should want to hold on to for the rest of our lives, they slip through our fingers, and we're left with not even dust for remembrance.
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And then, the things we should want to hold on to for the rest of our lives, they slip through our fingers, and we're left with not even dust for remembrance.
Hearts and minds are as fickle as the rest of us.