Beneath a memory

Human somehow is a strange entity, one would keep so many things beneath his or her memory. The pain, the happiness, the struggling for survive, the hate, the anger, the sadness, the feel of emptiness. Everything were kept secure beneath one’s memory.

I don’t know if there is other word to describe this characteristic of a human being but a stranger beneath a memory.

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