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don't let me forget

ByKymberlee

“I want to change the world because it scares me,” I said.
“I know,” he said, with his voice filled with tenderness.

Sometimes I want to forget him and then I remember that moment and my heart smiles.

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light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness