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I reread the past like old letters from a loved one gone. I lose myself in the moments within my own head. Conjuring up faint smells, temperature changes, and emotions, seemingly from no where. Triggers from the oddest of places sometimes. I never know why they trigger me. I never know when it'll happen. It's frustrating to know, inevitably, I will again lose control of my mind. A moment, a day maybe... it is never the same.