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-purgatory-

chilly and frigid airs pass by her.

it was never this cold out, yet she just knew it had to do with the falling of the leaves on the ground. yet she knew it had to do with the fact that everyone was wearing wool sweaters and leather coats that reached the mid of their calves.

her senses were not mine to be felt, but she knew of them. all the yellows and reds of this particular season clouded her memory with pretty images of the setting sun on the horizon.

the roof was tiled with brick slabs, cold and unforgiving against my skin.

in just a few minutes, her memories would reset and her eyes would turn cloudy and blurred like they always were at eleven twelve.

it was eleven eleven as she watched a star shoot across navy skies, eyes closing for the final wish of the day.

" i pray for the day that the heavens open for me and remember my existence; that my soul will be categorized amongst the lives of those who have sinned unconditionally with no memory; that my life hasn't been used for the wrongs of this society. "

eyes whitened and blanked for the last time.