"Are the memories sedentary? Set in the stone of being left alone to stagnate? Or do I cross your mind at times...fleeting photos of frolicking fun, fettered to fear. I could've been the Michael Phelps of your ocean-deep feelings, but you tied me to the past...dooming me to drown, enjoying me while I could last. Those weights seal fates and fill plates. Fakes rush and inflict cuts; why hurt the one that still waits?"
-A. Lewis
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