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Reminder

You may wonder why I continue to
write you. You may wonder why I see you
so vividly in my mind. You are my
greatest memory. You make my heart fly.
I may obsessed, but I will it
my best, for you. You are a perfect fit.
So perfect for me, I couldn't believe,
how I didn't see months before I'd leave.

For now that I think to November,
back in time, where I vaguely remember.
I noticed you there, so quiet and so cute.
I couldn't say anything, was zipped and mute.
So long you sat, so long I sat watching.
So much time, every second fading.

I saw you there, in the halls, to and fro,
up and down, side to side. The time to grow
up was then. After the dance. After the
duet together. I'm nobody the
kids want to be, I can't be Superman.
But the song, the both of us, yes we can
bring ourselves together. I knew it was
you. You are the one. You are her, because
you've seen me. You were with me. You know me.
That is something other haven't seen.

What would it take, for me to persuade you
back my way? Dost thou want us back too?

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