Walking up the stairs I stop dead in my tracks and remain motionless gazing at the empty corner until a couple of seconds later I finally get out of my daze and resume walking. Seating on the train, quietly fidgeting with my phone as I read something, I suddenly withdraw my eyes from the screen to fixate my gaze somewhere outside, lost in thought yet again until the moment ends, just as fast as it had arrived. Now I'm wishing there was an option to simply skip all these damn flashbacks, because I don't want to live in the past any longer, I want to move forward.
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