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what will become of us? we will fall the great leaders of past times. You are weak. i am a lowercased letter song with strong emphasis on the wrong words to say out loud. "im afraid to be attached to someone like you." aren't we all? and you remind me of better days. of cold air and lights. of skirts blowing in the wind, your arms around my waist, running from nighttime and kissing me infront of the world. "please come home." i promise i wont leave again.