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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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You know how the window fogs up when it’s too cold and it’s raining out? You know how it’s impossible to see that solitary tear run down your face when you turn away quick enough? You know how you don’t know? Or how you do know? It’s tugging at me, pulling at strings that are double-knotted around me.
What is it that draws this back, every time? What’s the cheat code that it seems only I can’t see.
I can only hope to be able to close my fingers around that one word I’ve been building my entire life upon. The very word that we can let roll off our tongue repeatedly but find awfully hard to hold true to. Maybe placing all hope on one word is a ridiculous affair. But maybe has never been the best confidante because somehow is overbearing that way.
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I'll pretend I know not of your thoughts and even the way that they mirror my own.
Simply because I have to find that word and keep to it like I promised to.
'Cause as long as it's kept I'll be fine.
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