It's my own fault. I wasn't exciting enough, talkative enough, or even interesting. There was nothing special so it's easy for you to forget. Who wants a girl like that?
Last in the race, no one's going to picture forever with me.
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You don't me, and you never will. I've never had the aquaintance of meeting myself. I'm not who you think I may be.
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