I know I should probably forget about them. But they’re everywhere, recollections of memories. This giant picture of us, I’m not sure anymore. It’s okay I’ll be fine I think. I’ll get them out, soon they’ll fade away like the others. It’s strange I can’t seem to hold the ones close to me, yet I can immortalize strangers into einherjars to my dreams. And their personalities shall remain in those empty shells.

I look into my phone, I see that its time I stop writing, though she still lingers upon my head, its best I forget about her, It’s not like I’ll see her again anyways, so what’s the point? Anyways, I should get going …

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I know I should probably forget about them. But they’re everywhere, recollections of memories. These pictures of us, I’m not sure anymore. It’s okay I’ll be fine I think. I’ll get them out, soon they’ll fade away like the others. It strange I can’t seem to hold the ones close to me, yet I can immortalize strangers into characters to my stories. And their personalities shall remain in those empty shells.

I look into my watch, I see that its time I stop typing, though he still lingers upon my head, Its best I forget about him, It’s not like I’ll talk to him ever again anyways, so what’s the point? Anyhow, I should get going…