3. Memory

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"Who is that?", she asked me, pointing towards a photograph hanging.
"I don't know", was all I could utter.
"She looks so radiant and ebullient", she answered.
"She was", I replied.
"Do you know her?"
"I did", I said walking away.
Knowing I can never go back to that girl I once was.
Everything became a distant memory as no one else remembered me.

A. Samuel

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