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 It's not easy to admit, but there is someone I once knew who I have forgotten. It's not that they were unimportant, but rather that time has a way of erasing memories. I can vaguely recall their face and perhaps a few small details about them, but their name and any meaningful moments we shared have been lost to me. It's a strange feeling to know that someone was once a part of your life, however brief, and yet they are now little more than a blur in the background. Perhaps someday, a chance encounter or a sudden recollection will bring their memory back to me, but for now, they remain a forgotten piece of my past.