An instinct

fast, slow, old, new

A friend

vivid, pieced, blurred, complete

A stranger

the id, the ego, the superego

A fire with no oxygen and at times someone opens the door, and there's backdraft

It it is either familiar or you are meeting someone new, looking at the same person in the mirror

What has happened and the possibilty of what can happen

The peer pressure of what people say

Thank God for the worse or else I'd be blank

Thank God for the good or else I'd be helpless

A blessing

smell, sight, sound

A thought

a photo, a letter, a call

A memory





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