I had a dream you were making music. I saw your face, something I haven't really seen in while. You had an expression, I can only describe as child-like gloat, shy, reluctant, and proud. You sung the most beautiful acoustic tune. I heard your voice, something I haven't really heard in a while. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I thought that forgetting you was the step to move forward. I guess not. It's about ensuring I can still care about you, despite all of the bad. 

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