this was a bad dream. i will wake up on the side of the road and i will not remember. i will not have a name. my memories will be wiped clean like stolen security tapes. this will be zero, where it begins. the new moments will grow like invasive plants strangling calendars and swallowing bookshelves of dust covered conversations with their creeping veins. the past will die out of me. the silence after this explosion is deafening, the white noise glares at me like stainless steel in the sun. i bit down on the scream that tried to crawl out.
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