SunkeikuThis is roughly how I feel when I try to remember something good from the distant corners of my memories. I’m trying to assemble at least some parts from the scattered pieces, but the more time passes, the more difficult it is to do this. Memories become alien to you, and sometimes you begin to doubt whether it even happened. In the end, all that remains from the memory is an idea - it was something good.
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