As the years get bigger, they begin to trigger:
Memories of the past, where I’ve gone last,
sounds that I’ve heard, sights I’ve observed.
Friends that I’ve made,
but they start to fade,
as I begin to live in the present.
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(The edges of the white 'screen' jiggle abit which would be [IMO] nice to remove as it seems distracting.)