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We filled a bottle of memories as tiny as coloured sand. It labeled us. I kept it safe. But now i have to pour all out n bless each of them gone forever, so i won't have the slightest feeling of nostalgia. I hope u know its not an easy job. The sand often gets into my eyes n it hurts. But after a while, tears stop flowing. My bottle is half empty now. I hope to get a new one soon. I don't desire cracked bottles. They're just, not nice.