I remember that You.... my blue friend was a part of my past...the past I may want to remove, but if I do this you won't be with me anymore and I won't learn those silly and important things I have learned now. My past is me. My past is inside of me. Memories are there. They are strong, vivid. I can feel them. Touch them. However...everyday they become less visible, less important. They played their role in my life now. Now they are free to be just memories.
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