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Mar 2014
I can't help but feel a tad bit remorseful,
thinking back to that fateful night,
when we stood together in the pale moonlight,
and spoke freely of anything and everything,
letting those stone walls crumble,
the problem is I connected,
and it pains me to look back and realize,
that that evening sealed my fate,
that I decided that I craved
what I could never possess,
*the key to your heart.
Yet, I cant help but admit that that was one of the best evenings of my life.
Because it brought me closer to the one person,
that knows me inside and out,
the one that brings me the most happiness,
the one who actually cares.
Brooke Davis
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Brooke Davis  20/F
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