I have been searching through all the things I have forgotten. Not only do I want to remember you, I would love to remember myself. Once, there was a girl who knew what she wanted. Now there is an empty shell begging to be filled. Fill me with knowledge, with hope, and with everything you hate. Indifferently, she will shrug you off, and realize life is worth more than this town. Life is worth more than anything she could buy.
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