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million of statements in my head are conversing

multiple of voice kept yapping

the urgency of muting all unfamiliar-known questions

is it still a question?

or unanswered questions yet, an answer key has offered in various ways

I used to love the rain

I used to love all of Harry Styles songs

I used to love Christmas season

I used to love my Birthday

I used to love sweaters

I used to hate cheesy foods

Amidst the emotional disaster occurred, i still love those stuff

I still love the rain (it reminds me of you)

I still listen to Harry Styles in sometime (we used to listen to it together)

I still love celebrating Christmas (when we parted ways)

I still love waiting for my birthday (I used to wait for you to greet me, but you didn’t)

I still love sweaters (I used to wear those, while going to you)

And now, I am used of eating cheesy foods for some time, I still try though. (Mentioning to you, I don’t eat such stuff)

Nevertheless, it has an interlink of you within it.

there is mark of you that can’t be erased, in spite of trying

there’s a scenario of you that can’t be hide

because you were part of it.

and it caused me ponder, probably that’s what life meant to do

not letting to remove something, but let remind you something and learn from it

there is a “stays” and there is “left behind” .

it is a reminiscence of instance

and how it sculpt us.

it seems like people are destined to be the museum;

museum of the people they’ve loved.