I'm, me, You are you, and we are simply strangers with memories, Memories that will come creeping in when you least expect it. I will always be a memory to you, But forget me not, For I am the good in your bad, The light to your dark, The flame to your fire. I light your way. Through the dark Shadows of this cruel place.
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