I sang her song -- I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair -- but it didn't really work. And thank God for that. Look at where we stand now. Under the stars, under the covers, under the same stream of water, stealing soap from each other's bodies. These are the things they've done but cannot understand. These are the things she forgot to remember, because she's afraid of losing. Losing me, losing control, losing herself. But that's okay. Because I won't forget. I'll keep it for us both.
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