Lost Things by Lang Leav

First paragraph reminds me of that particular shirt with that particular smell that
I once longing for.

I kept it somewhere, 

Where I could not see it everyday. 

Time pass by, 

I forgot bout that shirt and that smell.

One day I happened to found that shirt. 

The smell was still there. 

But I threw it away,

With no hesitation.

I was confident that I no longer longing for that particular shirt with particular smell.

It was history with lessons learnt.

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