Forget Me

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The ticking of a clock. The tapping of a pencil. The eyes of a hero. The soul of a criminal. The rhythm of music. The feeling of love. The sense of sound. The scent of fresh-cut grass. The pounding of a fist against metal. The jolting of a heart.

          All of this will go away soon.

          And will be replaced by nothing.

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