The Art Of Forgetting

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
Lulu Lovering I was four years old when I first discovered my ability to forget. My parents had divorced the previous year and in my father’s absence, I chose to forget his voice (I had not known then that I could forget faces just as easily as well). So, with…

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I used to see sunny skies all the happiness that filled each day Now all I see is the misery and the darkness The worst in everything How everyone has hidden motives And people only hurt or use you For their own selfish needs I refuse to love anything Sometimes the price of caring isn’t […]