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I sought oblivion not to forget, but in hopes I would be forgot.
Unraveling, expunging the blot of regret, the blight of my broken thought...
As if light washed the pain of memory away, leaving silence and solace in naught.
Unraveling, expunging the blot of regret, the blight of my broken thought...
As if light washed the pain of memory away, leaving silence and solace in naught.
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golly gee Whitakers you're way with words
never fails to astound me!!!
never fails to astound me!!!