on all the trips we'll never go on.
in all the laughs we'll never have.
at my secret hide-out you never got to see.
how our fingers won't ever fit together just right again.
the smiles and tears that will never be.
we had our first kiss.
we had our last kiss.
ill keep you under the sink, behind a bucket,
or in a shoe box, high, high up on a shelf,
or maybe under the carpet,
in a little place in my heart.
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