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One day you started to remember..
The little voice sang this strangely familiar song you thought you never heard before
The absurd words and numbers jumped around in your head, whats 16, 14, shuik, muk or stot.

Urged to pull out that chest tucked in the corner of the attic. You'd already forgotten how important it was..

Pulled out the contents inside, pieces by tattered piece

Colours smudged and faces blurred, you failed to remember their names.

Something broke loose and like a pebble, it skittered down.

Crash. An avalanche.

You have nothing. Never felt this empty