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Which is worse, not remembering a cherished memory or not being able to forget something that has crushed your soul and very being?
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I cannot answer that question.
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I had a brother, Christopher. He died as a child but I can no longer picture his face. I can’t hear his voice. But I remember being so utterly proud of him. Walking around the ward telling everyone he was MY baby brother, making them all jealous! I am ashamed to say that is all I truly recollect of him. That and the spotless, emotionless white of the walls that surrounded him when he went. I wish I could remember but it is an unspoken rule that we don’t talk about him.
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I also had a best friend, we were pretty much the same person but she was taller then me! She was ill a lot, she had TB and was in and out of hospital. She had to leave school which upset me a lot. I felt sad, helpless and I missed not seeing her and talking to her everyday. When she wasn't’t in the hospital, she was stuck at home, not much to do. She joined a few chat-rooms and figured out she was gay. We were still best friends, I stood by her, I stuck up for her, I would have dies for her. She was a part of me. Anyway, she got a girlfriend, someone from a chat-room. Over the space of less then a month, she spoke to me less and less but I thought nothing of it and put it down to her illness getting worse. One day, on msn, out of the blue, she told me she hated me. Never wanted to talk to me ever again. She wanted to spend all her time with a person she had never met, with a person who lived in ‘Bath’, a person who wanted me to never have anything to do with MY best friend again. That day I lost myself. That day, I needed her more then ever. I remember every word, every feeling, every tear.
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Which is worse, not remembering a cherished memory or not being able to forget something that has crushed your soul and very being?
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I cannot answer that question.
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