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with the keys, fell his clothing.

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A "Remember when..." memory.

It wasn't until later I realized, I was wrong.

What doesn't kill me, will only make me stronger (in my head).

She was their sun, but she was mine first.

Beat. Beat. Beat. Silence

Caught like a rat with no where to go but down.

Her fingers glide across keys, reminding you what it might have been to love.

It'll be okay, because he loves, and is loved.