I wrote you a song, but I guess you won't hear it now, will you... It's alright, I'll stash it away with the flowers you didn't want, and the embrace you can't return. It'll hold still on your dresser, next to the memories that I've become. I don't think this is the last time you and I will ever be, seeing as we're so hopelessly attached, it's just
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