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The Only Irretrievable is Too Late

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I had been in the search for the missing figure, silence supports across the strange. I began to feel a little tired; thoughts began to lose balance, sinking slowly. Thoughts constantly blocked the memories. I listened to the music quietly, quiet in a daze, then I forgot you. I said to myself, one day, someone would replace you. I closed my eyes, letting me smile myself, thought again of your face, before I forgot you. I was still empty. At night, where was my drowsiness going?

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