and the tired string snaps
only half a kite
wandering aimlessly in the sky
it's funny how memory seems to play tricks all the time; concealing what you want to find, and digging out what you want faded.
if only magic existed. and there were a spell for forgetfulness. then i could wave my wand and make it all vanish. but is ignorance bliss?
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