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Memories are weird.

They are like little butterflies- come fluttering into your brain at random times and leave bursts of color, most often blue.

They are mostly faint images of the past. Or sometimes, just random, incoherent words. Like hardly audible whispers. As if they're always being spoken in your ear in a very light tone, but you have to not be occupied in any way to hear them.

You can hear them when you let yourself slip into the sweet seemingly oblivion of your memories. It's not always a pleasant experience. Because your mind mostly tends to remind you of things that don't particularly make you feel happy.

There's a bittersweet smile over my face as I think of all these things.

I slip my coat on and give the mirror one last look before letting out a breath.

This is it.

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