The little things you do to me

Memory is a funny thing. Why do I tend to remember pointless moments with great detail, when big moments seem blurry and faded. I sometimes wish that it was different, but then I wouldn't be where I am today. The memories that hurt, the memories that make me smile, the memories that make me cry, they are all part of who I've become and by creating new memories is helping me to understand the past.

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