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I always knew you’d stay strong, When I left your side. You carried on with your fractured life.
The sweet smell of honey radiating from the larder. And the morning dew drops, Still clinging to the Lady’s Mantle I gave you, On your 18th birthday. Simple memories of me.
I look back at the old clarinet, Lying broken, in pieces on the kitchen floor. Reflecting the psalm of a broken heart, Your broken heart.
Memories of us together, forever grip The scent of freshly washed laundry. That I helped you with so man
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"Less emo, more Elmo!"
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+++ I am who I am, nothing, no one will ever change me. +++
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If at first you don't succeed, cheat. Repeat until caught. Then lie.
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Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simplier, but much less magical.
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~ ~ Araantonak ~ ~
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