Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it.
Sorry my memory, mi dispiache. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Thats is not for granted that universe has big black holes. May them be a passport to the forgotten land, the never land.
Whatever is unbearable, I’ll stew my thoughts on words, sometimes they get published in here.
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