Memories.
They keep our dark, bitter past.
They keep our shining, proud moment.
They, slowly manipulate us...
Dark, bitter past;
when we were humiliated
when we lost something precious
when we lost our light.
Shining, proud moment;
when we were worshipped
when we found something precious
when we gained our light.
Manipulate;
when we regretted of what we've done
when we forgot the world
when our dark and light side combined.
Everything we did would be kept in our memory
We sometimes tried to erase something out of our memory
We thought we succeeded in doing so
But, it's just sitting there in our memory, waiting to be pulled out.
We keep our most precious moments in our memory
But we sometimes create our own precious memories
Because what we want to remember doesn't always come by...
"We'll remember moments, not time."
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