God, help the girl.

I was so scared to F A C E my F E A R S; nobody told me that you'd be here. And I ( s w e a r ) you moved overseas--that's what you said, when you left me. You still L O O K like a M O V I E, you still S O U N D like a S O N G. My God, this reminds me of when we were young. Let me ( photograph ) you in this light in case it is the last time that we might be exactly like we were before we realized we were SAD of getting old, it made us r e s t l e s s. It was just like a M O V I E, it was just like a SONG, when we were young.

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