memory: the manipulated. you can’t trust it, but you crave for it. you manipulate it, time and time again. it fits your story, it fits your narrative. this is what you were built from. this is your past.
these are my memories. this is what I remember manipulating. maybe you can remember them too.
over time, they will convert into just another set of documentations, from a certain point in time - nobody’s memories.
but for now, they will be remembered.
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