Oh, Kend.

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I forget what I look like because I go hours without looking at myself in the mirror. I forget what I feel like because I go days without reconnecting with who I am. I forget what you mean to me because I go weeks without talking to you.

But you have to know something in the first place in order to forget to remember it. Or even to remember to forget it.

And, I trust that you know me too.

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