Memorama

Two different feelings or even more, one unchains the other, happiness and loneliness, void and fulfilment, the sweet and comfortable memories with a leak of sorrow and an ounce of pain, the joy of living and the knowing of the ones I’ll not hug today, not because of the impossibility of touching them by the past, is more to the fact that only I can reach them by my thoughts, and I hope in the deep of my heart and mind that never be forgotten. Still miss you, but my sorrow is what exceeds your memory.

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