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It's sad when a door closes. There's something final about closing it behind you and walking away.
It's sad when what you walk away with are memories that would easily eat up several houses' worth of rooms in a memory palace but you can't keep them all because you want to stop hurting.
It's sad when the photographs you have can fit in a zip file that's less than 20KB yet your memories of the times together are so much more.
And yet, one must move forward.
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