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I wish I could forget. Forgetting makes everything better. I want to bury this agonizing thought, this terrible, frustrating feeling into the depths of my subconscious, of my destroyed recollections. I want it to disappear. Forgetting makes everything better.
The painted sky was smeared with salmon pink and lavender purple and sherbert orange. The trees sliced silhouettes out of the background. She was mesmerized by the incredible sight; how could such a thing exist in such a world so dark?! Its amazing what we miss when were waiting for our demons to find us again.