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Friday, 3 June 2016

Memories

Some are riddled with cancer.
Some are riddled with memories.
Ninety-five percent of the good memories are the ones that give most pain.
There are bad memories too.
And pain.
Each new memory holds within it an expectation of more pain.
Memories.
Regrets.
Bitterness.
And Pain.
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