Every time Facebook throws me a memory, it hits different.
There’s a soft joy seeing those old photos—places I once wandered, laughter I once held, moments that felt infinite.
But underneath that joy is a quiet ache.
Since the world paused, I’ve felt like I never really pressed play again.
It’s like I’m floating in a frozen frame—unreachable, unseen, untouched.
Time moves, but I don’t.
I’m walking through an endless hallway where every door is locked, where echoes keep me company and my own strength feels like a past life.
Some days, I feel like mist—vanishing slow, scattered by winds that no longer remember my name.
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