I collect sweet lilies to protect the memories we made. When they wither and die I am reminded that you were never genuine, so I replace them before they shrivel.

I collect sweet lilies to protect the memories we made. When they wither and die I am reminded that you were never genuine, so I replace them before they shrivel.

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