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Oh if there were a thousand more yesterdays last weeks last years then there wouldn't be the sea taste in my mouth the ugly texture on my dry tongue. A thousand and one even and I wouldn't be saying why all the time. No need to even speak anyway that's all that's left the words are set frozen stolen away in the dead of night when I didn't even know I could be missing them. What do I do with those wasted hours with those moments I could have been remembering thinking picturing and now all gone in one blink all in one giant mess and no name to blame. Now left with nothing just blank white space and me ripping out hair from the roots wanting it all gone every last piece. Screaming wouldn't do it leaving wouldn't do it ripping tearing clawing wouldn't do it there's nothing I have nothing and I don't I can't remember I won't.