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𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎In the depths of my mind, memories reside ‎Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears I've cried ‎A bittersweet reminder of love and loss ‎A heart that's heavy, a soul that's lost

‎Memories have a way of lingering, don't they? They haunt us, taunt us, and tease us with glimpses of the past. For me, memories are a double-edged sword – they bring joy and pain, comfort and discomfort.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

In the shadows, they whisper my name ‎The ghosts of our past, the memories that remain ‎A bittersweet reminder of love and loss ‎A heart that's heavy, a soul that's lost

‎I remember the way you used to hold my hand ‎The way your eyes would sparkle, the way your smile would stand ‎I remember the way you used to laugh ‎The way your voice would ring out, the way your joy would infect

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎Memories are fragile, like delicate glass ‎They shatter easily, leaving shards of the past ‎They're fleeting moments, lost in time ‎A bittersweet reminder of love and loss, a heart that's left to climb

Memories shape us, mold us, and make us who we are. They're a reminder of our experiences, our triumphs, and our failures. But they're also a reminder of what we've lost, what we've left behind..

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎In the shadows of my heart, shadows reside ‎Echoes of whispers, silence that I've tried ‎A haunting reminder of love that's gone cold ‎A soul that's searching, a heart that's grown old

‎Shadows have a way of following, don't they? They haunt us, haunt us, and tease us with glimpses of what could've been. For me, shadows are a constant reminder – they bring darkness and light, fear and courage.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎In the silence of my nights, thoughts reside ‎Echoes of memories, whispers that I've tried ‎A lonely reminder of love that's lost its way ‎A heart that's yearning, a soul that's gray ‎

Silence has a way of revealing, doesn't it? It exposes our deepest fears, our darkest doubts. For me, silence is a mirror – it reflects the depths of my soul, the secrets that I keep.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 , 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓈 , 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓂ℯ, 𝓇ℯ𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ.

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