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Today before heading out, I remember seeing the 2 polaroids on my wall. It's the memories that keep me going. They are like my treasure. When I came home, I realised there's only one left on the wall. I frantically looked around in search for the other. I looked under a dusty shelf, I looked behind my stack of boxes, I looked into my basket of laundry, I looked under my table, I looked under my shelf, I looked behind the table, I looked behind the poster, I even used my hands to toss around in my bin... I was at the brink of crying when at the corner of my eyes, I see it there lying on the top of my shelves. My mom must have placed it there when she was vacuuming my room. I was so afraid that it might have been sucked away by the vacuum cleaner. The joy of finding it, The pain from missing someone, The memory of losin someone, I just can't stop myself from crying. But I'm just glad that it's back.
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