I can feel it coming back to me. As I lay here with my eyes closed, I can feel it. It surrounds me. Feelings I have once felt long ago. Feelings I've experienced too many times. It calls to me. It takes me by the hand and pulls me back in. In an instant I remember. The good times. The bad times. That one time... Regret is overwhelming. We go through our days in hopes of a better future. However the truth is always right there in front of us. We only see it once the damage has been done. Yet we still go on. We keep moving forward. As we listen to it. As it silently reaches into our minds. We all remember. We will not forget. With that, we continue walking on our separate paths. We choose not to let go. I choose not to let go.
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