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I was so high, so high I could touch the sky.
I was high off of him, and I loved it.
I was on cloud nine.
Fly.
Fly.

I was so wrapped around him, his very being.
Head over heals in love, but.
Like all things, cloud nine had to let me go.
Drop.
No more.

I saw the aweing faces, I heard the cute comments.
But, as I said.
Like all thingd, cloud nine had to let me go.
My hands wove around yours, we had a speacial thing.
Love.
Love.

Our little secret, our little pecks.
Our little what ever you'd like to call it.
I was yours, you were mine, and I loved it.
I was your ride or die girl.
Snicker.
Giggle.

I'd dye my hair green for you, but.
As I said before,
Like all things, cloud nine had to let me go.
I was so high off of you, I could touch the sky.
Laughing, loving.
And living on cloud nine.

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