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How often do you catch yourself digging up the past.


Thinking about how, at some stage of your life, 

someone can hold such an importance to you, 

being so close to them. 

You share such an intimacy, 

sharing your thoughts, 

ambitions and fears, feelings. 

Your life. 


And since it is just a matter of time, 

things fade away, 

everything is different 

and won’t be the same anymore. 

You just get stuck in that time. 

You hold on it, 

just for the sake of what it was, 

lying to yourself.


You just swim in that ocean of memories, 

in what is now, 

some toxic water. 


Paris, october 2020 | @miraakle_

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