nine.

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Now they're laughing, fighting, talking, kissing,
and doing all those things we've never done.

I don't think he ever realized that I'm missing,
'cause I just wasn't the one.

He found someone better,
but the thing is that I never did.

I might be immortalized in every letter,
but I still lost my lid - and my vaporized soul never got back together.

Every breeze caused by there breath,
scatters my steam far away to the corners of this earth.

I turned into a distant memory and grew pale,
until I became

Invisible.

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