The Burden of Memories

People changes.

Moment passes.

Time leaves.

Place moves.

And you are not aware. You still think they indeed the same.

“but they are not.” I said while looking at your angry blushing. And then I’m leaving.

“do they?” You askin hesitantly after seeing everyone gone. But you insist to stay. You hate all the differences and all the changes.

What are you fight for now? Because what still remain is just you and the burden of memories.

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