What happens when the memories you’ve kept hidden, even from yourself, spring forward without rhyme or reason?
Do you go into a tailspin when a painful memory haunts you, laugh when you remember something funny or feel comfort when you remember something comforting?
Flashbacks haunt.
Flashbacks hurt.
Flashbacks linger.
Flashbacks heal.
Flashbacks help.
Flashbacks remain.
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