Title: Optional

Text: She'd take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move. She'd turn the rain to a rainbow when I was living in the blue. Why then, if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it were you? Perfect don't mean mean that it's working. So, what can I do when you're out of sight and in my mind? 'Cause sometimes, I look in her eyes, and that's where I find a glimpse of us. And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. Each paragraph will be a test.

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