I am not sure where I lost you, why, and how. I am sure I lost you though. And now I suffer from an amnesia in which all of these years I have carried with me, passively. The reality of you, the reality of me, the reality of us, the reality of them, is only real for fraction of seconds. Everything else categorizes itself in the amnesia closet.
[ a tribute to getting real in my amnesia]
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