it is like a time capsule.
perfectly preserved memories of the past and myself lie inside like an illusion of a former life. each item, stashed away, hiding its emotions until the dust is blown off. this was once a reality, in which i knew and suffered with so well. i come back to my time capsule, everything is basically the same, the only thing in a state of flux is myself. And each time i leave, i leave a little bit of the past behind me... or do i take some back with me?
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