A paper flower, a little pot and a scary movie. I opened my doors to the past and it walked in with hopes of re-establishing something that has already died in my heart. We tried to revive it, but it was impossible. Am I the runner up or am I the one he loves? Was it the pot talking or the man holding the pipe? Does he see a man he can protect,
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