Sitting at this place makes me feel at ease. What did this place really mean to me before?
What are the hidden memories that I have here? Is this really the place that I love or what I hate?
I am still asking myself questions that I can’t still answer by myself. No one wants me to remember what happened to me in my past and they want me to remember it by myself but how can I?
How can I bring all the memories that I lost when no one tries to help me? When the people who surround me are afraid of me knowing the truth?
“How can I really know myself?” I murmured and sighed out of frustration.
I feel like I am in the playground. A lot of memories are inside of me hiding, whether it is good or bad but one thing is for sure.
The people tend to forget what precious moments they have here and
