Just when I think I'm ready to move on...just when I can think of him and not have it hurt so horribly...
I watched you, wished I could be yours for some time, but I couldn't even bring myself to speak to you.
And now...
You're the only one who thinks of me the way you do. Everything you claim to be looking for...you claim I am.
Can't you hear me screaming that we're perfect?
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Exodus
Here in the shadows I'm safe, I'm free...
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Strawberry Gashes
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