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Tonight, my soul smells like you. 

It takes me those winter afternoons when we watched the movie called life through our rose tinted glasses and laughed at our dreams. That song which held our secrets is no longer hidden. And our story, well that is still being written. 

It makes me wonder, who am I ? Am I the soon-to-be-forgotten song or the to-be-written story? 

One of the fortune cookies, comes to my rescue~ 

 "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are."-Brandon Sanderson 
I am. However flawed and nondescript. I am.

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