Memories are different names, different shapes, and different styles, some are pictures on polaroid cams , some are diary entries or candid summer tans.
From writing, on the last pages of an important notebook, to give the teacher that look.
Drawing on the tables and Hearing Aesop’s Fables.
These memories may never come back, but they shall always remain in our minds rack.
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