The thing about the past is,
it's never really gone.
It never truly leaves you.
Bits of it linger,
and that's the beauty of it all:
knowing you can never go back,
but tasting certain memories
can still bring you to your knees.
-KLJ
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Author:
KLJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2025 22:01
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Comments1
A wonderful write where the taste of the past is like savoring wine, the fine memories grow fonder and the bad sour more. Nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome Kayla
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