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Memories are funny little things
In times of conflict, the bad ones are devils on your shoulder,
tempting you to believe their hateful lies.
In the good times, all memories evaporate in to specters, ephemeral and seductive, leaving the focus on the present,
Though ghostly whispers of times gone by may be perceptible under certain conditions.
But the true nature of memory shows itself when the prospect of forming new memories is lost.
When the good memories bring more pain than the bad.
Memory is the soul made real.
Real to me. Not to her.
This is beautiful - thank you for sharing.
I'm searching for anyway to survive. No one, no one knows how hard it is to even be awake today. I'd do anything to relieve the debilitating pain. Yet, somehow, I'm still here and functioning. I'm going to focus on making dinner for my kids tonight. If I can make until then I'll have made it another day. ...