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Breathe normally. In. Out. Repeat. My lungs hurt. I am getting ill. My eyes want to rest, want to close all the time.

I am tired. But I must not sleep, I must stay awake, stay lovely, stay pretty.

I must stay intact in order to not start burning When I touch this area of my mind Where I locked the memories of you

Do you know this moment It's summer, it's hot You were swimming and you're wet You're searching for a place to lay down on the ground And than you sit down and immediately jump up again Because you burned your back

Every time I remember what we had I get burned I flee I flee far, far away And I hide the memories

Like they were kind of cruel to me Like they dared to hurt me.