(Starting the parts from here so no one is confusion)
Moving away from the house you grew up in is something challenging, yet inevitable.
As you walk along the path you carved into these walls,
memories of every square inch of space come flooding back.
Where you learned to ride my bike.
Where you learnt to play cards and pool.
Where you sunk down on the wall crying.
Where you laughed so hard you fell down.
Your eyes fill with tears as you see paintings you've admired for years being taken down
walls as bare and exposed as your nostalgia.
Beds where you've stayed up till 3am reading or online, being
sold
or stacked up on a truck.
Items being treated like items, but
The memories
Are fading
Just as fast
As
The Items
The Keepsakes
The Places
Leave
Your
Sight.
But then you realize its a part of everything.
Those memories aren't only memories.
They have feelings with them.
Joy, sorrow, anger, fear, jealousy, delight, surprise.
These feelings will never fade.
And a sad smile graces your face as you realize its not over.
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Hey my llamas
im BACK HA
I hope you enjoyed this
And im ALMOST TO 200 READS I WAS SO SURPRISED.
I'm not that good a writer, so ofc this is for fun.
Sorry if the format is wierd it looks better on a phone😅😅
Thank you💖
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Lily
