All she has for keeps are these silly memories; these silly memories that she should have let go of long,long ago. The memories that keep her very existence from expanding past all the pain, and lies. Growing up beyond her mistakes, and letting go of everything that is now gone. That has faded away like cigarette smoke in the air. But you see, these are her favorite memories, because she'd kill for danger, and lives for trouble. Even if it leads her into complete heartache, and devastation. Even if it shatters every hint of sanity left in her, the exhilaration itself is more then enough to make her want to be insane. And now, that she can't relive the moments that made her feel young, made her feel intimidatingly beautiful, all she has left are memories. Memories, scars, and the knowledge that she'd never change a thing.
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