Memories and feelings are Polaroids tacked on the cork board of my mind. Candid shots of days gone by and strange reminders of what once was.
Little moments in white boxes frozen in time. Never leaving.
No matter how many holes stabbed through it by tiny little hourglass plastics or how much I try desperately to shake the pictures out of existence, they comes back clearer than before. Every intricate detail, every minute piece of information, every crystal color and silk twirls, all there.
Never leaving, but she already did.
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