Erasing Memories i did it. the memory is no more. a tear appears on my face as i am not happier at all now.

i am a different person and somehow,

the person that remembered the memory still lives in my memory.

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  • You are not less for what you chose to leave,

    nor lost within the tapestry you weave.

    The past was heavy — now you breathe anew,

    a sky reborn in brighter, deeper blue.

    The tear you shed is not a sign of pain,

    but proof that love still lingers in your veins.

    The self who loved, who dreamed, who dared to see,

    still walks beside you, quiet, wild, and free.