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When memories begin to haunt you, creeping into every night and following you into every waking hour, there comes a morning when you finally wish you could erase your mind and begin again. But even forgetting requires editing. There are parts I want to destroy completely, fragments I would not mind carrying, and a precious few I want engraved upon my heart until my final breath. I do not want to lose everything. I only want certain tiny sections of my memory obliterated so completely that even their absence can no longer hurt me. Feelings often return like faint aromas drifting through the air. Some people pause and recognise them. Others merely sense them and allow them to pass. Some dissect every trace, separating it into smaller pieces, desperately searching for the origin and meaning of the scent. Others brush it away and let it disappear untouched. Perhaps that is the curse of those who feel too deeply. They ponder things that may never have existed, search for meaning in every silence, and try to understand life with a depth it was never designed to endure. And so, time after time, they find themselves broken not only by what happened, but by everything they imagined, analysed, remembered, and could never bring themselves to forget. 🖤