Sometimes our mind lets go of memories because it considers them insignificant.Sometimes it buries them deep, to protect us.But at some point, we're ready to face our greatest fears, and the memories resurface.
Mice have no business jumping in parachutes, you say? I couldn't agree more.And yet, here I am, about to throw myself into the void with nothing but a piece of cloth tied to my back.
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