Our feelings exist because we entertain them, our memories exist because we visit them. everyday.
our feelings enrage us because we provoke them, our memories torture us because we shun them.
our feelings enable us because we stroke them, and our egos, our memories fulfill us because we've documented them, mentally relived them, imagined them. everyday, every-god-awful-day.
and everything we do from now on; is a direct result of such
trim it, crop it and glue it in your scrapbook.
leave out the parts that don't fit
re sculpt your identity and blend the edges like they were never there at all
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