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My jaw is clinched...constantly.

I've felt this before. Some moments I just tremble. Some moments I remember how to cry. I can taste the familiar. I'm forgetting you. A paradox. Excuse me. My mind thinks of you less often, my soul can never forget. My heart is the horizon. Split in twain. Some moments I just tremble. Some moments I just hope.
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