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i spend too much time forgetting and not enough time remembering.
and as i sit down on a seat not a single person reaches out to me.
because they all take their memories for granted, and they don't share.
they're all selfish and they don't tell me anything, so i tell them nothing back. i tell them nothing, but really, i tell them everything they need to know at the same time.
and then a voice reaches out to me.

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