Remembering Strangers

I carry within the huge bag all the emotions I’ve ever been through, all the words that put me down and pushed me forth, all the love and hate I’ve got, faces of people who wouldn’t eventually remember meeting me, voices of strangers, memories of those who promised to always be my best-friends, pieces of my old self and laughter from rare days of absolute happiness. Continue reading “Remembering Strangers”


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