When you bring me those black crayoned notes, writing words related to me or just little love texts, it saddened me sometimes, I don't know why. Many of those words are dying away. I need you to remember me who I am, or at worst you'll have to bring me back from the oblivion city. However, I keep them as valuable as magic stones or something that I consider important. Now I'm sad and I want you to say that this is over, but it just... My brain and heart don't accept it, they don't want me to miss out on the expirience of being with you.
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