"I've forgotten," you say in rhythm with your heartbeat.
And I want to ask what, what you've forgotten, but the dying light in your eyes tells me you wouldn't know. The dying light in your eyes fades with the sun, and suddenly we're thrown into darkness, and you laugh. But you aren't laughing. You're crying. And I cry with you.
"I've forgotten," you say in whimpering sobs.
"So have I," I whisper. "So has the world."
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- Flying Buffalo Sauce
- It's like... sauce that's untaste-able. It's really good, but... you can't have it.
Sometimes crying comes easier than laughter. Sometimes its the same. Even the sound is identical, and so is the emotion.
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You're brilliant, darling. Thank-you. xx
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