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Annie111
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Billions and trillions of little strings are hanging out to dry.
I need scissors. I need a quick, clean cut, and incision, slice and forget.
Opportunity knocks, it's pounding, and it's in the door. He has dark eyes and he scrunches his nose as a reflex. I thought I could forget him, but it's impossible, those blades are blunt.
I came to the realization, i think, that i can't shut the door on him. i can't be left thinking what_if, as those if's trail into the air like whispers.
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