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.