Maybe someday your memories won’t be in the words I write
Or in the melodies I sing.
But for now, let this pain be the ink of my fingers
and the instrument of my songs
Maybe someday your memories won’t be in the words I write
Or in the melodies I sing.
But for now, let this pain be the ink of my fingers
and the instrument of my songs
It’s beautiful.
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And I also wanted to let you know, I really like your phrase “Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us” 😊
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