Memories ...
A blessing yet a curse, ever changing who we are as a person.
Sweet ones we embrace and bitter ones we escape.
Good or bad, it doesn't matter, both but bringer of change.
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I have no knowledge of the world
I don't know anyone.
I don't know who I am.
A strange system.
And yet somehow.
The fear.
The uncertainty.
The chase after past present future.
I find it thrilling.
Have I lost it ?