We are our memories or imaginations.
Do you remember how it was?
Or do you imagine how it should be?
It seems as if it's blurred with desires.
Is it true because I remember?
Or because the demons that lie within me, partially imaginary.
Do you remember how it was?
Or do you imagine how it should be?
It seems as if it's blurred with desires.
Is it true because I remember?
Or because the demons that lie within me, partially imaginary.
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