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I Could


I could fill a notebok with all the things I love

I could write until I ran out of ink

I could talk until I lost my voice

I could

and I would

but I won't

because I'm only allowed one

One of my favorite thing for the rest of forever

on an island

all alone and by myself

I would pick my memories of you

Like the one of you playing witt my hair

after yet another panic attack

or the one of us by the lake

eating chicken nuggests and teasing the ducks

I would pick you as my prize

because you're al I ever wanted

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