Your world is made of your memories,
and your memories are given to you by your world.
The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears.
This is the world.
This is the way things are.
Look. Pay attention. Remember.
my world is made of my memories??
wut do u tink guys? my answer is yes. eventhough i hate to recall back wut was happened 2me doesnt matter its gud or bad, but dats wut our life is..faded by memories.
i love being hayatie mazlan sumtimes bcause of the memories.
i hate being hayatie mazlan sumtimes because of the memories.
and fuck* memories.
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