They stay exactly as you left them.
They don't ever go numb but luckily everything else eventually piles on top.
The world doesn't stop or hesitate quite the way it should and stresses and worries overlap and share the space with that memory.
Although the space is cluttered nothing of the memory is lost.
Every once in a while a breeze will unexpectedly pull the corners of the clutter aside, revealing some or all of the pain.
Depending on the strength of the breeze and how many layers are pulled aside, revealing the wound, will be in direct correlation with how intensely the memory will be felt.
Other times, for one reason or another, you pull back the layers, desperately searching for the memory and all the emotion.
Sometimes you find it easily, and sometimes it doesn't want to be found.
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