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oh it's sad, cruel world,
when you make me forget what it means to feel.
but here i am, thanking you,
because today i woke up, bursting with emotion,
my eyes burning the colour of red,
my skin peeling the shade of blue.

yeah, i remember it all now, what love could be,
it's so definitely there,
when i hear that sweet, sweet voice on the phone,
or a recording that has it trapped in time.

it's artificial, but the voice seems so close i can almost taste it in my lungs.

so thank you, world;
thank you for saving this memory for me,
because forgetting then remembering is even better than having it in me all the time.