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And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button, girl. So cradle your head in your hands.

And breathe… just breathe.

She went quietly
She didn’t make a sound
She went quietly
With the wish not to be found

She went quietly
Without a word of where
Just a note that wrote
“Forgetting is easier

So breathe… just breathe.

Forgetting should be easier.