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My sweethart 2375 that was her number her diminishing identity Her eyes lay barren unable to comprehend her surroundings The hospital was hot and stuffy from the midday heat The windowless wards were quiet except for Mrs Rogers sticky breathing and the buzzing drone of Mr Finns life support next door Everything in this wing had fallen silent in the sickly claws of time It wasnt a pleasant sleep they slept It was full of fears for the past and worries about what was to come next Nothing here could ever be lucid All their thoughts are mixed and muddled Their minds have become jigsaw puzzles unfitting with missing pieces But in every person there is always a hidden memory left untouched The memory of first love They first time they met was amongst the ruins of Corfe castle They were on an outing with a youth camp He sat against the crumbling stone wall of the remains obscured from sight by the long grass There was a tiny gap through which he could see one the other kids playing Harriet was fighting with the boys as they teased her about her short hair and her over sized clothes which were actually hand-me-downs from her older brother Thomas stayed watching from the security of the brush One of the smaller boys in the pack scraped some mud off the ground and flung it towards Harriet It missed her and hit Tony At Tonys signal everyone came running towards the small child and pushed him down landing on top of him kicking and screaming Harriet crawled out of the mass of human bodies gasping for breath after being elbowed in the ribs and slowly started to wonder up the hill As she approached Thomas could see that her face was red with sweat and that her knees and elbows were bleeding Her hair was a mess and she had a bruise on her left
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