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there were no small boxes in those history booksand yet you played with heartsbefore the start,before Miss Hey rang the two second bell.we lept like g..
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and for a time, we were alive againsinging in the rainsoaring past the pain of rememberingthose cold, dark staresthat brought to the forefrontblades t..
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I found myself outside myselfin the middle of a silent screamwhere black is whiteup is downand you,are nothing but liesI told myselfthis could never h..
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it was during the winter of that year, when the rain stoppedcuriously.although no one ever spoke about itand yet, everyone knewas the skies were brigh..
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I want to come home to youevery night,rather thanbe so far away,on the other side of the universe, it seemsstuck between dreamsand silent screams,wher..
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I don't want to start to crave youonly to have you disappearin the middle of a dream,before the next pagebefore the paragraph endsand though right now..
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you bring to me a memoryand yet,our journeyfeels like we've always beenyour voicecan make the angels cryso beautiful,all for memaybe this is our forev..
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there was something in thecorner of his smilethat gave me a semblance of hope for our futureI tried not to force my way inside his worldstayed casuall..
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it was a magical space we found and hungaround,each day along the path at half past five,beside the second tree on the right hand sidehighanticipation..
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in my worldyou are everywherestill,I close my eyesand you are near.your voiceI hearand remember-the excitement we sharedour silly dares,laughter into ..
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