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You wana be the person I tell little storys to, about the river down by my home, or the waterfall where we first fell in love. You want to be the person ill lay in the sand with at rio del mar, hands shading our hands as we look into the clouds to theme for adventure filled thoughts. I kept you as a charm. You were more like that picture inside my locket. The locket that locked shut. The locket that sat above my heart hanging from the chain of gold,dangling my dreams of who I dreamed you'd be. Rust was never the issue. Nor was the twisting of my chains. I didn't know what else I could say..well at least back in that day.