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Bit by bit, bit by bit. It hurts. If you only knew how hard it is to get rid of something that once made me so happy. Memories. I pass through myself every moment of that life, where you held my hand so tightly, and I drowned in your eyes. I wash off from my skin every millimeter that has absorbed your scent. I expose my face to the wind and ask it to dispel thoughts of you. I bow my head. I lost this fight. We lost. There can be no winners in this war.