They came flooding back, like bats before a breaking dawn. Past actions, fleeting moments, and bliss hung together only to be burned by the morning light. What had once been a place of joy had turned back in on itself, into that of apathy.
These memories, not often thought about, still evoke more attachment than what is comfortable. They were good once. Now they are simply regret.
..........................burn the past.
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