Forgetting
There are sounds that are making my knees buckle.
And voices that paralyze me.
My memories are wavering.
My memories are numb.
So much that I can imagine that this past year has been a void.
It is as if I am cocooned in a dream.
To wake up someday.
To complete the transformation of forgetting.
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