Imagine your memories are a corridor,

A corridor full of doors-

Pick a door, and walk through-

What will you find?


A past friendship that never healed?

A broken heart to fix?

A regret you buried- lost in time

A thing you hid from yourself.


Or was it, on the other hand,

A laugh with your mates-

Your first kiss- your first love

That makes you smile still to this day.

The End

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