The Anthology
Some people visit my past more than I do—I don’t live there…
Some people visit my past more than I do—I don’t live there anymore. The keys have changed, the doors are locked, and the view I once knew has faded into memory. I walk forward, not because I deny where I’ve been, but because I’ve outgrown it. The past is a place of lessons, not…
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