Fragments
Why does memory preserve its whole in a fragmented way?
I know I still recall the details of the eyes, nose, lips, voice. But somehow, why am unable to put these pieces entirely together?
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I don't even know how it looked like anymore.
How can someone dearly cherished became unknown in a once vivid memoir?
Nevertheless, the polarity of what was once to what is left shall remain in abyss.





