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some say that memories are meant to teach you.

they bring lessons of life and of how to live, allowing

you to grow into a person built by your experiences as

if your experiences were lego pieces and your future

was the directions.

but at what cost to these memories teach us?

the pain and suffering, the joy and happiness.

how much do we have to remember to learn

how to live a life as vivid as our past and as

beautiful as the soul our past created?



... welcome to my mind, in essay format.