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[m_o_l_l_i_e]

Devoted friends, they disappear
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake
I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that

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[maxwellsays]

who's this directed to?

[m_o_l_l_i_e]

life.