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Disappearing fragments of my memory seal the ends of my broken world. Though I stretch out my hands I cannot reach them; all that remains is an album. Voices ring from the photos I had lost, ripped apart saying goodbye. The key in my pocket tarnishes, and the devil lies in wait for me.
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