They say,

"Without sacrifice, be without gain."

Maybe we're paying for time with memories.

That in order to gain new ones,

We lose old ones.

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There are some things,

That no amount of time would ever obscure.

These will always remain,

Hidden,

In a corner,

Emerging in the strangest of times,

To remind you.

Of what you've become.

Of what you've chosen.

Of what you've sacrificed.

Of what you are.

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Memories.

They don't disappear,

They never will.

Only faded,

Like our souls are.

Missing in action.

Meh.

I've gotten myself a netbook.

I've spent 800 on clothing and shoes.

I'm waiting for PTPTN to check in.

A bunch of people came and went.

Got back in touch with someone who's been through primary
and
high school together.

The skies, they cry so often.

I still procrastinate.

I got another piercing.

End of this year,

I'm never
looking back.

There's
nothing there anymore.

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Black storms fill the skies,

The screech of ravens like morbid cries.

A rain, no, tearfalls,

Till the end of summers.