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Sometimes I refuse to do something
Because I don't want to cut
Through the last thread
And let things blend into the background

I don't scratch off the blue nailpolish
That reminds me of summer
I don't use "ttmel"
Because it only belonged between my one friend and I

The little things can stand out
So much to me
Such ordinary things to most people
Are the most extrordinary details to me

No, I don't throw out my Valentines
Cuz they come from all my good times
No longer will I trade hugs for punches
That gesture isn't mine to keep

I don't want the special things
To become what happens every day
Because when they do they will become ordinary
The same as before...