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Photos that will remain in my heart,
living fragments of emotions,
friends I haven't seen in a lifetime,
between lost hugs and old songs.
Time has changed the roads,
made us grow without warning,
but a blurry image is enough
to breathe again.

I make them cartoons and they rekindle,
moments I thought were long gone,
laughter that still surprises me
and warms the emptiness between my hands.
I make them cartoons and stay there,
where nothing is truly over,
photos that still speak of us
in a time that has never faded.

And between pixels and nostalgia,
I still feel at home,
voices that time doesn't take away,
remain a light in my soul.
If I close my eyes, you are here,
truer than any reality,
a heartbeat still in eternity.

Perhaps growing up is just this,
learning to cherish the warmth,
transforming memories into light,
so as never to feel their pain.
And as the past gently brushes past me,
I smile silently.
They're just photos, perhaps,
but they still live in my heart.