The Strangest Stranger
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There were those memories soaked in bleach that I barely remember the stains that colored them vibrant and raw. They’ve transcended the form of imperfection that I doubt them to be memories at all. Instead, I see them as a recollection of something drawn out of a dream I have forgotten.

There were those memories soaked in bleach that I barely remember the stains that colored them vibrant and raw. They’ve transcended the form of imperfection that I doubt them to be memories at all. Instead, I see them as a recollection of something drawn out of a dream I have forgotten.