I remember my first kiss, how it felt like slimy slug crawling on my lips,
although I don't remember who by.
One day I hope I am big enough to blow you away so you glide in the wind.
One day I won't remember you,
but today I can say,
my past was a prison I'd rather forget.
I remember everything that was ever done to me,
too young to defend myself so I pretend to forget.
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