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He couldn't remember but she would make sure he did.

She sat in the dark, pen in her hand, searchign for a reason. She found none.

For me you reside in memories of root beer floats and puzzles...

You're my golden butterfly and I refuse to let you go.

I'm everything I want to be you just gotta look in a different point of view.

Always hidden in the shadow.... She simply stands behind you. She just can't help but to be jealous...

All that she wanted was right in front of her...

Love held her in an iron grip.

All she wanted was to believe...

She wouldn't let them break her.