mengorek memori

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i know the particular reason
why i didn't remember many of my childhood memories.

maybe i don't want to.

i don't really know why.
i'm leaving a big question mark there.

hadoii i need a break man.
a long holiday to escape this non-stop thinking.
and two weeks won't be enough, right?

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