There are days when memories return so strongly I can taste the air at the time. The salty breeze; my stuffed nose.

It’s times like these when I know what aged feels like. When I remember a certain kind of sadness; the most heartbreaking kind; the grief of a goodbye without words. 

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Now, person who dares to touch upon what you barely comprehend. Child. What do you know of what a human can lose? What do you know of the blood mixed with the grime in the corners? 

How dare you presume to corral what you don’t understand?