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Sometimes I will be writing something and realize my font looks just like my mother’s used to. It’s sad, how one tries to forget, and then fears to loose the memory of it all. 

It’s the little things that brings it all back, the deep sadness that nothing can cure. 

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There’s something about that deep sorrow, that steals your weariness making you beg for sleep but unconsciousness never comes.