I never want you to be someone I used to know. I can't figure out if you're good or bad for me and I think that curiosity will hang over my head until I die. I don't mind. I don't want to forget your voice, or your laugh, or the way you never raise your voice. I want to make mountains out of the molehills that are your dorky quirks and I want to let them fill me up in the memory of now.
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